Dorms (Krashlyn)

Chapter 17

Ali's POV
Ashlyn opens the door after a few seconds. She makes eye contact with me for half a second before she looks down at her feet and nervously scrathces the back of her neck. I quickly take a step forward and hug her. Her body becomes tense and she stands still. After a few seconds she finally speaks. "I'm sorry, I-"
I look up at her. She has tears in her eyes. I lean up and kiss her. She almost immediately reciprocates. After a few seconds,I pull away and shut the door. She looks at me with a certain sparkle in her eyes. I've never seen her like that. You can always see some form of anger or pain in her eyes, people can tell that her past wasn't pretty. Her eyes look cold and warn people not to mess with her or you'll regret it. But right now, her eyes are soft and welcoming. They don't look intimidating and you wouldn't be able to tell what this girl has been through. She looks peaceful and innocent, as if nothing in the world has ever gone wrong.
"I missed you." She says. Her face immediately reddened. "Me too." I take her hand and gently drag her towards her bed.
We both sit down in silence. She runs her fingers through my hair while I play with her other hand.
"Can we talk?" I finally ask.
"About what?"
"The letter."
She gulps and hesitantly nods her head.
I look at her. "We don't have to if you're not ready, it's-"
She quickly nods her head. "No, I have to. You deserve to know."
"So what happened when you woke up in the morning?"
"Well, I woke up and all the lights were off. I couldn't tell exactly where I was so I was going to get up and go to find a bathroom but then I realized I had no clothes on. I saw a small pile of clothes by the door so I quietly got up and got dressed as quickly as I could. I was already feeling nauseous and had a headache. I was going to open the door, but someone beat me to it. It was Whitney. At first, I was glad to see her because I thought that she had taken me there last night when I was drunk. She was just wearing her shorts and a bra. I thought nothing of it because she always walked around like that in front of me. She had some pills in her hand and she had a small smirk on her face. "Hey babe."I looked at her, slightly confused. She was carrying the pills and breakfast on a tray.
I asked her where we were and she said we were in Colton's extra apartment in the garage. I told her thanks for taking care of me last night and said that I should get home. My dad was going to be home at nine and he would fucking kill me if he knew I got drunk since it was against the school policy.
She said I couldn't go, that she wouldn't let me. My head was killing me so I tried to just walk by her but she grabbed my arm. She slammed the door shut and pushed me up against it. When she kissed me, I tried to pull away...but she slapped me and then punched me in the stomach...and then sh-she"
Tears had returned in her eyes. I opened my arms up and she shook her head and attempted to stop crying while looking away. "You know, it's okay to cry. It doesn't make you weak. You shouldn't feel embarrassed anyways, especially noy in front of me." She cautiously looks up at me. She searches my face for any sign of judgement, but when she doesn't see any, she quickly scoots closer and hides her face in my chest. She clings onto my shirt that is already being soaked. "Shh, it's okay now. It won't happen again, it's over. I'm here, calm down."
Eventually, her tears stop and she wipes her tears off with her hand. She doesn't look at me, she just starts talking. "You know that boy you talked to the other day? The one I got jealous over?"
"Yeah, what about him?"
"H-he helped me. He heard Whitney slam the door that morning so he went in to see what happened. He drove me home and made me breakfast and made sure I was confortable on my bed before he left me alone at my house. He gave me something to help with the hangover and he even bought me ice cream. That's why I got that jealous- because if you did like boys, I knew you could easily fall in love with him. He's a good one."
"Don't worry, we're just friends okay?" I kiss her forehead. "But it's been a long day, it's time for you to go to bed." She gets off my lap and grabs some clothes before heading to the bathroom.
I sit on her bed, playing FIFA15 on my phone while I wait for her to get out of the bathroom. By the time she falls asleep and I get back to my room, the rest of the girls should be arriving. Hopefully, I'll get back before anyone notices, they'll never stop teasing us about it if I don't.
When she comes back out, she is in shorts and a long sleeved nike shirt. "Ashlyn, what are you doing?" "Come on, let's go play soccer. The other girls are still partying anyways, let's go have some fun."
"Ashlyn, we shouldn't do this. It's-" she smiles and rolls her eyes before picking me up. I queitly smack her back as she walks down the hall. "Ashyln! Are you crazy, put me down!" I whisper yell.
She puts me down and puts her finger to her lips. She peeks around the corner, no one's there. She pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and unlocks the little conference room. The coach was storing all the equipment in the room for the weekend. She grabs a ball and then comes back out. She grabs my hand and casually walks out the empty hotel lobby.
We walk to the field, right next to the hotel. She gives me the ball and then stands in front of the goal. The first time I kick it, it hits the goal post and comes back towards me. "Are you crazy Ali?!? It's late out and you hit the post?!? People are sleeping you know!"
"Then don't make a defender play soccer with you this late!"
She walks back to the goal.
"Ha! I win, again!" I exclaim as I win our game of one on one.
She pouts. "That's not fair, you tripped me!"
"No, i'm just better at soccer."
She smirks and then pushes me to the ground. She sits on top of me, one of her legs on each side of me. Her face is inches away from me. She begins to tickle me.
After what feels like hours, I take back what I said and Ashlyn stops ticklin me. After a few seconds of peaceful silence, Ashlyn suddenly notices the position we were in and quickly gets off me. "S-sorry"
"It's fine Ashlyn, what's wrong?" "That morning...she did that. I don't want to be like her."
I grab her hand and kiss it. "You're not like her. I wouldn't let you do that if i was uncomfortable, okay? You don't need to be nervous."
She nods her head although she still looks skeptical. She yawns and I can tell she is exhausted.
I stand up before bending down and picking her up. I carry her to her room. Shit...the key card is in the back pocket of her fucking shorts. I akwardly try to get it out of her back pocket without her noticing. Unfortunately, she instantly wakes up with fear evident in her eyes. When she sees me, she relaxes and closes her eyes again. I quickly grab the card out of her pocket and open her door.
I lay her down on the other bed, quickly taking off her shoes. I pull down the covers of Ashlyn's bed before picking her up and putting her in her bed. I kiss her forehead, getting ready to leave. She quickly wraps her arms around my neck. "Don't go."
"You have to get your sleep. And so do I.It's been a long day."
"Just sleep here." I try to pull away but stop when I see her getting scared. "Are you scared of being alone?" "Whitney might still be here." She mumbles.
I can't leave her alone now. She's petrified.
I turn off the light before crawling over Ashlyn and laying down. I can't see her but I can tell her eyes are on me. "Come here"
She scoots closer and cuddles up to my side. "Oh, and Ashlyn?"
"Hmm?" "Don't worry about me 'falling in love' with Dylan . He's gay."