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Cold Hearted (pt. 2/2)

°The day of the Winter Dance°

Ever since the conflict that happened between me and Jessie had been partially-resolved, Nash and I had been close. We communicated a lot, and I found it odd, because I had never been so open to anyone my entire life.

That wasn't even the worst part, though; I think I was... starting to come onto him.

Out of all my years of not having a boyfriend and being perfectly fine with that, Nash came in the picture! And now, I craved for him to ask me out. I just... didn't understand it.

"Ashley?" my mom called before letting me out of her car to go to school.

"Yeah?"

"What do you think about going dress shopping today?" she squeaked, clapping her hands together.

My smile faded as I watched her crystal blue eyes light up in joy. Her smile was so radiant and so powerful, it was almost impossible to turn her request down. She always had work, or was "too tired to do anything" when it came to spending time with me. So now, the only time she finally could, I had to be the one to not be able to do it.

"Mom... is this about the whole 'Winter Dance' thing?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

Her excitement came to a halt as her blue eyes gnawed at me with a look of uncertainty.

"What do you mean?" she said quietly.

"I... I'm... not going to the dance,"

Her face drooped low in disappointment. Then, she looked back up at me and frowned.

"Ashley!" she hissed. "I took a day off of work, ruining my 'Perfect Attendance Award' just to spend time with my sixteen-year old daughter, picking out a captivating, expensive dress with the money I had been saving up for the past three years to buy, and you're telling me that you're 'not going'?"

I felt under the spotlight now. If I knew that my mom had been looking foward to such a day like this, I would've prepared for a better answer.

"I just really like this boy... and well," I paused. "He doesn't like me."

My mom let out an annoyed groan as she heard the words fumble out of my mouth. Her eyes locked onto me and she wore a poker face.

"So that's it, huh?" she smiled shamefully, "You're gonna give up one of your most memorable nights, just because your lousy crush doesn't 'like you'?"

I scratched the back of my neck, skimming through my mind for the right words to say. But tough luck for me, I couldn't find any.

She was right.

I had no idea if Nash liked me or not; I was just jumping to conclusions. Maybe he did like me, but I was just too damn blind to see it.

"Well... I have next year," I mumbled, not telling her what I really wanted to say. "I'll go to prom and you can use all the money saved up in some separate bank account to buy me a prom dress, twice as much adorable and pricey."

I climbed out of the car, and slammed her door shut, walking into the school.

****

"So what are you wearing to the dance?" one girl chattered in the line to one of her friends.

"Ooh, I'm sooo glad you asked!" the other one squeaked, "I'm going to wear this dress my mom bought me. It's like... purple and it stops a bit at my thighs. Thing is, I didn't try it on before she bought it, so she didn't get to see how short it was,"