My Own Happy Ending (Ashley's POV)

Chapter 4

That Night...

"So anything interesting happen at school today??" My mom asks while we sit at out TV trays in between commercials. Images flash through my head of Harley, but I shake my head to clear them. He won't-. No, can't effect me. It's not allowed.

"Not really." I say. I'm finished eating so I decide to go to my room. I set my crutches by my door and collapse on my bed. I scowl at myself.

Your so easily effected. A boy interacts with you, and you've got to go bezerk. It's not that big of a deal. Remember what happens that last time you fell for a guy?? You remember what a douche he was?? They are ALL like that. Harley Adams is no different from every other guy out there. Once they've had their fun, they'll throw you aside like a used tissue. Nobody likes a used tissue.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not going homosexual. I'm just not that into guys. They're stupid, brainless, idiots, who only know how to have sex.

I get back up off my bed and get into my pajamas. I made sure to take the special medicine that the doctor gave me to help me sleep. By the time I had brushed my teeth and hair, it was already starting to kick in. I fell asleep quickly.

The Next Morning...

Getting to school was not fun. I was especially worried for Nicole. After all today was Friday. She had told me that her dad was actually letting her go to his house. Out of all the times for that man to be a hard headed mule, it couldn't have been then.

Today was a C-Day which meant I had 4 classes with Harley today. I was giving myself a pep talk on the way to 5th period (which is like 2nd period on a C-Day).

Don't be a used tissue.

Like yesterday he was sitting in Serena's spot. Except Serena was actually her today. I sent a pleading look her way, and she she shrugged apologetically. I sighed and sat down next to the mongrel. He patted my leg as if to say "good girl" I growled at him low enough so that nobody around us could hear but loud enough so he could. I flicked his hand off my leg and did my best to concentrate on what Mrs.Rodgers was saying about Europe.

All through out class he would do something to mess with me, whether it was patting my head, or just simply staring at me to make me feel uncomfortable.

When the bell rang, I hopped up out of my seat. Ready to go. Before I could grab my back-pack, he had it in his hands. I tried to take it from him, but he made sure the teacher was watching.

"Hey, Ashley, I'll carry this for you. After all we do have the next class together. Mrs.Rodgers smiled brightly.

"I'm so glad that chivalry  is not dead yet." She sighed dreamily.

Chivalrous  my ass.

I gritted my teeth but could not refuse him in front of the teacher.

"Yes, thank you Adams." I walked out the door, he followed close behind.

"What did I say about you calling me Adams??" He asked as if it really bothered him.

"And what did I say about leaving me the hell alone!" I snap back.

He stops and places his hand on his chest, and has a confused look on his face.

"You really expected me to listen??" He wonders aloud.

If only I wasn't hurt, oh my lord I would...ugh.

I just clench my fist and keep walking.

The next period is 2nd (3rd) Ms.Valdez; English. He's got friends in this class is I pray he leaves me alone. He sets my bag down beside me, and three walks to the other end of the class with his friends. I breathe a sigh of relief.

I look at the board for the class schedule:

•silent read for 30 minutes
•get into groups of 2 and discuss what you read

Brilliant, I could parter up with my friend Bailey. I read my book: Ophelia until the timer sounds. I get up to head to Bailey, but am pushed back down into my seat.

"Stop it! Adams, I don't want to..." I watch in horror as Bailey is taken by her friend Maddie. I bang my head in the table. No, no, this was not happening.

I groan as he comes to sit beside me. He plops down in the chair next to me, and pulls out his book.

The cover is in a foreign language. I study the cover, and realize it's the cover of "Humiliated and Insulted" by a Russian author named Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Which means the strang language is Russian. I look back up at him skeptically.

"You. You know Russian?" I ask disbelieving. His face breaks out into a large smile.

"Yes. I do know Russian." He laughs.

"Psh. I don't believe it." I turn away about to get my book. When I freeze.

"YA znayu russikiy svo bodno." (For reference only it says: I happen to know Russian fluently.)

My head whips back over to look at him.

"What? What did you just say?" He smiles, as if saying 'like I'm telling you?' I scowl and just turn away.

"How do you know Russian?" I ask over my shoulder, genuinely curious.

"My grandparents came from Russia. My grandmother took the liberty of teaching it to me."

"Whatever. I'm not talking to you, so if she asks we discussed." I take out my phone and pretend to be very busy doing something. I can tell he's looking at me, but I can't bring myself to look him in the eye.

After a time of us just sitting there in silence. He finally speaks.

"How can you resist me, when nobodies ever denied me before?" I level my eyes at him.

"Because I actually know what your like. I know how you think. What you want." I shake my head slowly. "Do you think I haven't heard about you and Samuels group? Samuel gets first pick of the girls and then you, then the rest of the group. There's probably only a handful of girls in this school who haven't heard of you, and yet still girls go for y'all. I just don't get it. Why have sex with someone, when you know that nothing's going to come out of it?" I realize I've been rambling, and snap my mouth shut. I look over into his face. His eyes have widened and his moth is slightly agape. He shakes his head as if to clear his head, then he's narrowing his eyes at me.

He leans towards me slightly. Then says something that makes every muscle in my body tense up.

"Wanna bet?" He says it quietly, so only I can hear. I turn back to face him, but just then the bell rings.

Like before, he grabs my bag before I can get to it. He smiles cunningly and follows me out the door. Once out in the hall, he nudges me to the side, where the hall dead ends to a window. I crutch into a corner, and I can tell he's smiling evilly. The little twerp.

Lord, let this all be a bad dream....

I pinch myself.

Ouch.