John's Girl

Chapter - 1 Dance night

I awoke that morning by the sound of Mark frantically honking the horn of his car. When I took a look at the clock I saw it was 7:00. I quickly sprung up from the bed and pulled some pants on as fast as I could. There was a clean shirt still folded in my closet luckily. As I ran out of the house my hair was a mess, my eyes were bloodshot, and I had bad breath. At this point I could care less about what I looked like when I went to school. I wasn't a hotshot or a bad boy as all the girls tend toi like. The baddest thing I had ever done was not turn in an assignment on time. I never picked fights, smoke, or drink alcohol. I was still a virgin. Mark however he wasn't. He was far from it. He'd always have a girl for himself almost every weekend. Sometimes I wish I could of been a bad boy.
When I got into Marks crappy car I sat down with a flop. The chairs in this car weren't comfortable. "Man you need to wake up on time or else I'll be late for practice. The coach isn't very fond of me and you know that." Mark said and shifted the gears of his car then sped toward the school. I knew the true reason he was in a hurry though. He wanted to ask Bethany to the dance. Bethany was one of those girls you just couldn't resist. She had all the perfect qualities not only physical but personal as well. I tried to ask her to date me once but she put me in the dreaded friendzone. I doubt she'd do the same to Mark.
" Yo man you're pretty quiet this morning," Mark said interrupting my train of thought, "Huh? O-Oh sorry, I'm just tired man. I didn't sleep well last night." I yawned. It was true, I couldn't sleep. I think I'm becoming an insomniac. "so you got a girl for the dance bro?" I look at Mark a bit annoyed by the question since the answer is obvious. "No, dude you know girls don't like me or find me attractive." Mark pulled the car over, "Dude I got the perfect girl for you. She's single, she's a redhead, she has a perfect body, and no guy dares to try to get with her." I know who he's talking about. He's talking about Ashley Reynolds, the school druggie and well...lets just say she sleeps with many men. "Dude no! You know very well she's just gonna be a bad influence for me dude. I'll get in trouble." Mark rolled his eyes, "Dude you shouldn't judge a book by its cover." I ignored him the rest of the way to school. When we arrived I immediately got out of the car without a second thought. I wasn't about to engage in a conversation about who to take to the dance.
"H-Hi..." I turn to look. Its Ashley she's wearing a black beanie and a red squared design flannel with some blue skinny jeans and converse. "Hi" I say back, "Mark told me you didn't have a date to the dance. I'm Ashley and I approve to go to the dance with you. If you don't mind." Oh my God Mark actually told her. I can't believe it. He's just trying to test me. I now have a decision to make. On one hand I can accept to take her to the dance and maybe have a good time, but on the other hand I could reject her and spend another night at home playing video games. "Well...sure I'll take you. Wear something formal. I'll come pick you up around 6:45ish." She nodded and smiled, "O-Okay I'll be ready."

Getting ready was easy. I put on a white button up shirt and formal black pants. My dress shoes are perfectly polished and I don't need to comb my hair. I hope Ashley likes my cologne, but then again why do I care? She probably only sees me as another come and go. Well I better get going.
Ashley lives in the town's cheap and crappy apartments. The perfect place for a druggie like her. As I pulled up around the curb there she was. Sitting on the side walk in a light blue dress that goes down to her mid thighs. It isn't tight because her straps have slid off her shoulders and are on her arms. What makes her unique is that she has her beanie on. I get out of my car and go up to her. She smiles and stands up and fixes her straps. She blushes thats what I find pretty odd. "You look nice John. I like your cologne too." I couldn't help it. The compliments made me turn red of embarrassment. "Thanks...you look beautiful," she blushed redder, "you ready to go?" I ask. She nods and follows me to the car.