The whole ride home was silent. Ashton didn't even look at me.
When we got out of the car, I finally said, "what is your problem? I went to have a good time and you ruined the whole thing!"
"Riley you had too much to drink," he replied hastily.
"No, I didn't Ashton. If anyone had too much to drink, it is you."
"Why can't you just listen to me and stay away from Luke?"
"I was staying away from him! He came up to me! Why does it matter anyway, he's done nothing wrong. So what if he was drunk."
"You don't get it," he said calmly.
"Don't get what!" I yelled.
"Nothing. It doesn't matter anyway."
And with that, he walked away.
"Ashton!"
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I woke up the next morning in my bed with my clothes still on. I got up, my head pounding, and walked over to the mirror. My makeup was smudged all over my face. I went into the bathroom to wash up and then changed my clothes.
I thought about what Ashton had said to me the night before. Luke was shit faced drunk. He couldn't even think straight and Ashton was mad at me when I tried to take him home.
I walk downstairs into the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Blair comes down the stairs soon after. We wind up eating omelets that I make, even though I am not in the mood for eggs.
She sees that something is wrong with me and asks me if I'm alright.
I hesitate, but I know Blair won't shut up if I don't tell her what is truly wrong. "Ashton got angry because I was with Luke. Like I was just trying to be nice and help him get home, but Ashton told me to stay away from him. Then he flipped out and said I could have gotten hurt and stuff."
"Luke was really drunk. Maybe he was just trying to protect you."
"Yeah well I can take care of myself. There is no need for him to get overprotective when I am trying to help people out."
"Well you can't just ignore him. I see the way you two look at each other."
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't try to hide your feelings. I know you like him. And you know he likes you."
"Blair, he doesn't like me like that."
"Think what you want Riley. I have somewhere to be. See ya later."
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After I finished unpacking my things, I decided to go for a run. I needed to clear my mind of the events that happened last night.
I find myself jogging down the street Ashton lives on, but I don't slow down. I continue until I'm on his front porch and I ring the door bell.
I hear someone yelling on the inside. I can't quite figure out who it is, but it sounds familiar.
Ashton arrives at the door and opens it with grace. He welcomes me in and I take my shoes off.
"We need to have a talk," I say.
"Who is at the door?" I hear one of Ashton's friends yell.
"Nobody," Ashton replies.
"Oh, so I'm a nobody now," I continue.
"That's not what I meant. Listen, what do you need again?"
"I want to talk. About last night."
"Look I'm sorry if I hurt you but I really don't have time right now."
"What is wrong with you? Ever since Luke showed up you have been extremely rude to me."
"I know and I'm sorry."
"You're just sorry? I have literally been trying my best to stay friends with you but you've crossed the line," I said filled with anger.
"Riley I'm sorry, but I can't do this anymore. I can't just hide my feelings for you. I know you have no interest in me whatsoever, so if you want to date Luke, be my guest."
"W-what? You have feelings for me?"
"Yes. And I have since the fifth grade. I don't know how you didn't realize this until now."
"Ashton, I don't know what to say."
"Say you'll go on a date with me. Just one. If it doesn't work out then we can go back to being friends."
"Are you sure it is going to work?" I ask.
"I'm sure. I just have to know, do you like me?"
"Of course. Blair said that you had feelings for me but I didn't believe her and she knew I liked you but I started to doubt myself when you got all mad that Luke tried to take me home."
"I was only mad because I should have been the one to take you home."
I was about to reply, but Ashton suddenly pulled me inwards and kisses me deeply. I had not been expecting any kind of action, so it startled me.
I pulled back and asked, "why did you kiss me?"
"Didn't you enjoy it?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Then quit complaining."
And he kissed me again.
