The Night I Danced

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Dylan's POV--

I watched as Ashley walked in right before the bell rang. Once again I caught myself thinking about her beautiful long hair, and breath taking hazel eyes. Her figure was amazing. Beyond belief.
Ugh, look what she is doing to me. I can't like her. I look away before she gets a chance to notice. I soon realize there is one seat left. Shit! I can't sit by her. She gracefully walks over and sits next to me. I caught her perfume. I looked over, only to see her staring out the window. I found myself sad that she wouldn't look at me. Of course she wouldn't, I'm so mean to her. Math class continued. Boring as ever. I couldn't stop looking over my seat to see her staring out the window, I was about to look back to the front when she looked at me. I stared at her and gave a smile. Her face flushed with blood, as a blush came across her face. Although she didn't return the smile. She only looked away. I felt embarrassed. I started writing a note.

Hey, I'm sorry about earlier...

I threw it on her desk. I watched her read it and then scribble something down. It read-

No need to be sorry. I know better than run into the prince of the school.

I sighed at this. So she really thought I was a jerk huh? I frowned at the thought. I quickly wrote-

I'm not the prince! :( it is my fault I was rude

I frowned as I passed it to her. Only if she knew my feelings. Only, she didn't reply. She simply passed it back without a reply. I groaned. Good god she was difficult. I was lost in thought when I got punched in the arm as a note was thrown at me by Trey. Trey is my only best friend. I read the note.

Dude, stop staring. It's being noticed.
-trey

I sighed and threw it back at him. Why the hell would I care if they saw. Ugh, there I go again thinking about her. I hate her! I really hate her.

Ashley's POV