Kiss Her Goodbye

Chapter {2}

The picture on the top is the scar that Ash has. I don't have the photoshop skills of editing the scar into the person I want Ash to be played as, so just imagine that scar on the guy's face from the picture that's in chapter before this.

I was sitting on a bench in front of the cafe for at least 10 minutes. She had told me that she was going to be here right after school, and it looks like she was blowing me off. Well there goes my afternoon. I actually thought she was different, but I guess she's just a popular girl who has no time for a loser like me. I sighed loudly, and stood up. I bent over to get my backpack and started to walk away, to the nearest bus stop. I might not have enough money. I might even need to walk although it's just a dollar.

When I passed a bright yellow beetle, I heard a voice.

"There you are! I was looking all over for your ass!" I turned around and saw Cassie staring up at me from the window of the beetle. With just the quick, limited look I saw that her car was covered in fast food wrappers. She was looking in the mirror adjusting her hair, and giving up, put it in a high ponytail. A few hairs weren't quite long enough to reach the hair tie, and fell in front of face.

"I told you to meet you at the front of the cafe Cassie." I said, smirking at the chances of her having a yellow beetle.

"Oh, yea, I guess you did. Well get in, we're going to get fro-yo." I went around her car and opened the passenger door, and when I'm about to sit down, see the piles of junk she has in the front seat.

"Oh sorry about that, I'll just move it for you." She proceeded to get her backpack, a mysterious bag that looked like it had a water bottle and a soccer ball, McDonald's wrappers, napkins, pizza box, and chicken nuggets and put them in the back of the car. "Wait! I have chicken nuggets!" She exclaimed, and then crawls into the back, getting her chicken nuggets and sitting back down, eating her chicken nuggets. Her nice floral sundress riding up a little on her thigh, letting me see her tan line.

I smirked at her and got in. "So you're one of those people."

"What do you mean one of those people?" She says, raising her eyebrows at me, fixing her sundress.

"The people who have a ton of junk in the front, and the person who eats old, cold, forgotten chicken nuggets."

"Well, I actually cleaned out my car three days ago, so I know that these chicken nuggets aren't older than three days." She says, still eating those chicken nuggets. I laugh and reach back, putting my backpack in the backseat.

"So are we leaving? I need to get back by 7." I tell her, while she nibbles on her nuggets.

"Wow, that early? Well, let's go." She says, still eating her food and pulling out of the parking lot with one hand on the wheel.

"My parents are weird like that. And I also have baseball practice." I respond nearing my hand towards the container of nuggets when I see she's not looking. She slaps my hand away, not looking away from the road. I laugh again. I haven't laughed this much since I was 6.

"Oo baseball. I can't wait to go to one of your games."

"You'll come to one of my games?" I said, not quite believing her.

"Well, yea. I love watching baseball. I really love the food. But the best is how the players butts look amazing in those tights." She said, matter of factly, with no embarrassment at all. I laugh again. She turns her attention away from the raid and smirks at me. "You laugh now, but at least I didn't break into a baseball field in the middle of the game and squeeze all the guys butts while the guard chases me."

"What? Somebody did that?" I said, laughing hysterically.

"Yeah, it was me. I'm banned from that baseball field now, but the guard said it was the most fun he ever had." She said, finishing her chicken nuggets, reaching into the container again and pouting when she sees there's no more.