My Weekly Horoscope

Chapter 8

Nothing truly exciting happened on Thursday, that week. Like my horoscope said, it was full of academics. I was almost positive I aced both my World History and Physics test. I had gotten my grade back for my English test and it was a solid A. I was pleasantly surprised considering that I barely studied at all. 

Yep, it was just a lot of school stuff. Boring. Boring. Boring.

Well, I take that back. There were two things that made Thursday exciting- 

1. The crooked grin I received from Tyler when I sat down next to him in art and the adorable way he flirted with me that kept making me blush.  

2. Walking to school with Tate and walking home from the coffee shop after Preston's practice.

Tate had surprised me by showing up at my house at 6:00 in the morning. I had just gotten out of the shower and Preston wasn't even up out of bed. I rushed downstairs in my pink bath robe and opened the door to see Tate grinning widely and eyeing my ensemble.

"Wow, Ashton. No need to get so dressed up for school," He laughed. Shut up, I thought, I'm the only one who gets to use sarcasm.

I scowled,"Why are you so early?" I suddenly felt self conscious without a trace of make up on my face and my hair still tangled and dripping wet.

"First thing you are going to discover about me," I waited excitedly as he waved his pointer finger in the air,"I like to be at school early." Not very exciting. I ushered him in and began to head towards my stairs.

"I'll remember that next time I decide to take a shower in the morning and you arrive at my door before I have time to look presentable."

I could hear him chuckle as I made my way upstairs and he made himself comfy on my couch,"You look great, Ashton." Butterflies. Again? No, I just haven't eaten yet, "What was that?"

My eyes widened when I realized I said that out loud, "Nothing!" I ran up the stairs and slammed the door to my room behind me.

Fifteen minutes later, I was ready in my dress with its peter pan color. Preston looked almost presentable in a striped shirt, very nice, with plaid pants,whoops. Not a good combination. I grabbed some khaki shorts for him to change into and headed downstairs to make breakfast.

To my surprise, Tate was no where to be found downstairs.

"Tate? Where are you?"

"In here," I turned the corner to see him in the hallway towards my parents bedroom, who had of course, already left. He was scratching behind his ear smiling widely, "You were a cute little kid. I like the strawberry dress. Very flattering."

My eyes widened again when I realized what he was referring to. I had been six years old when I saw the strawberry dress of my dreams and I had to have it. Not ten minutes after my Grandmother bought and changed me into it, I got strawberry ice cream on my strawberry dress, along with all over my face. My grandmother thought it a perfect photo opp. 

I pushed Tate away from my embarrassing childhood pictures as my face began reddening. He only chuckled when he noticed this.

It wasn't fair. Bad girls like me were supposed to embarrass Mr.-Goody-Two-Shoes like him. Unfortunately the roles seemed to be reversed. Maybe Tate wasn't your average nerdy boy, but he definately wasn't popular. Somewhere in the middle? Like me?

Preston came downstairs rubbing his eyes and yawning. I used my hand to smooth down his messy mop of hair. It had to be perfect because...I saw Tate starring at me, an eyebrow raised at my action. I took my hands away from my brother's hair sheepishly. It was stupid, but him starring at me judging me, made me uncomfortable, especially since he seemed to be able to read me very easily.