The Jock & I

E i g h t e e n

Mr. Benson's voice was enough to send my head into a painful swirl of aches, but the stare I could almost feel from Ashton was more bothersome.

The bell finally sounded and Mr. Benson attempted to talk over it, as everyone anxiously piled out of the classroom, including me, because the idea of escaping Ashton Mayfield, seemed like a good one.

I picked up my purple Jansport backpack, and slung it over my shoulder, not even bothering to put my class syllabus away, as I held it folded up in my hand.

I began to rush out the door, filing behind the other students, walking a bit faster then usual to avoid any further interaction with Ashton, but as soon as I reached the classroom door and began to head outside, I approached a group of lockers and felt a large masculine hand grip my shoulder.

I was hoping it was Johnathan, but this was MY life, and we have already learned that nothing seems to work out for Ashley Powers.

It was Ashton.

"So you found your type huh?"

Ashton laughed, although I couldn't rap my brain around what he was getting at.

"What type?"

I questioned in a rather annoyed tone, considering I had just broken my promise to stay away from Ashton.

"You said I wasn't your type, but I saw you walking with John this morning, and you seemed pretty happy."

Ashton admitted, sounding timid.

Was that jealousy I was hearing in his tone?

What could Ashton Mayfield possibly be jealous about after everything he had put my family and I through?

"You seemed happy kissing that girl at the bar."

I replied, snarkily, a skill I was quickly learning I had.

And I liked it.

"Ash, come on."

Ashton stated.

"You know that meant nothing, it's not like we were together or anything, you know how I felt about you, and still do."

Ashton sighed.

Was this really it?

The moment I had forseen so long ago was finally coming to fruition.

"Do I?"

I stated condescendingly.

"I like you Ashley."

Ashton stated.

"You'd have to be blind to not see that, I mean wasn't it obvious."

Ashton continued.

"When you took back your feelings for me after the hospital thay night I was devastated, and I sort of spirled out of control in the wrong way, and I could have handled myself a lot better i'll admit."

Ashton stated apologetically.

"Ya think?"

I laughed reminiscing on the horrible events that happened over the course of one week.

"And i'm sorry for that."

Ashton continued.

"But Ashley I barely even know you, and I want to change that."

He stated.

"My favorite color is blue."

I interupted, laughing to myself at how I had already told Ashton this, but it was in fact a dream and not reality.