The Spill Over

(iii)

Ashley let out a sudden yelp of surprise as someone grabbed her hand and yanked her into an empty classroom before shutting the door and plunging the room into darkness. And silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the room.

"What the heck?" she couldn't help but sound shocked, and somewhat scared. "And could you turn on the freaking lights?"

A familiar, husky voice chuckled in a low octave before a sound of the switches being flicked was heard and light illuminated the classroom.

"Zac!" Ashley exclaimed somewhat angrily as she stared at the smirking boy in front of her. Even though she felt furious at the moment, she couldn't help but feel a tiny bit relieved that it was just Zac and not some creepy guy who had pulled her into the classroom. Covering the distance between them in three long strides, the brunette stood before him before shoving against his chest, hard. "What. Is. Wrong. With. You?" she asked.

"Well, speak up now," she muttered. "Why'd you pull me into this classroom?" she asked, looking anywhere but at Zac.

"Because well, I thought . . ."

"You thought?"

"We need to talk," Zac said seriously as he looked at her in the eye.

Ashley's eyes immediately snapped up to meet those of Zac. "A- about?" she stammered, as her mind whirred at full speed. What did he want to talk to her about? Had he guessed the reason she'd been acting so off all day? Had he guessed about the feelings she harbored for him? She sighed. There was only one way to find out. "What is it?" she asked, finally.

Zac took a deep breath before looking at her in the eye. "Okay, here's the deal . . ."