The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Eight-

Ash's P.O.V:

"I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me and I walk alone."

I spoke quietly to myself, whispering under my breath. Blu told me once that Green Day was a band that she liked. I never told her that I knew one of their songs; Boulevard of Broken Dreams. In a way, it reminds me of how we were in the eighth grade. Because she was alone, and I pushed her farther away.

Two Years. It's been two years.

And I still don't know how to deal with her.

 I was a jerk then, I knew she was alone. I knew how she must have felt. But I still turned our entire class against her.

They had all 'shipped' us, whatever that means. She had jokingly played along, even making a 'ship name'. I can barely remember what it was. 

Something like Ashu. Or was it Blash?

Yes; that's what it was. Blash.

It was cute, the way she blended our names together. Even the way she wrote it was adorable. 

I always smiled when she did; she put her half in blue, her favorite color. My half was in red-anything around the name itself would have been purple, the mix of red and blue. 

It's crazy how quickly everything changed. It happened on a Monday.

I could say it was like any other day-but I would be lying.

Something had been different. It was her eyes, that tipped me off. They weren't their usual steely, blue-grey shade. They were a soft emerald green, and they were agitated; flitting quickly around the room. 

When I had asked her what was wrong, she just said "nothing," while plastering a fake smile on her face. I didn't understand- not until after 8th period. On our usual daily walk to the buses, she handed me a note.

I don't remember the exact words anymore- why would I, after two years?

I do remember that is said she had kissed another guy, or rather, he kissed her and she kissed back. She said he was eighteen, she thought he was her friend, that she regretted it instantly and felt horrible.

The next day she avoided me, I found out the guy's name was Samson. 

It hurt so much that I told people, spread rumours, passed her note around homeroom. Pretty soon it was all over Eighth grade, and we had to go to first period.

She was already there when I walked in, and she wouldn't meet my gaze. As I passed her desk, I turned and said, in my coldest voice, 

"I gave you a second chance. I won't give you a third."

She had recoiled, as if stung. Tears were evident in her eyes, and I turned away, hoping against all odds that she hadn't seen my cool facade slip.

"Hey Ash, you still with me?" Mel's voice broke into my thoughts. But not before another clouded my mind.

You could have prevented all of this.

"Yeah," I replied, unsuccessfully trying to push the disturbing thought from my mind.

"What were you thinking about?" I was wary, but she simply seemed curious.

"Nothing of importance." I said nonchalantly.

We were driving to the private airstrip that Blu left Florida from. We knew because Mel had tracked her phone earlier, when she was driving there. 

"Okay, It says it's the Branwell Private Airstrip- up here on the right."

Branwell. The name was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

I was driving, because I was sixteen and Melanie was only fifteen. My birthday was in a couple of months, so if we got pulled over we could say my parents trusted me to drive safely without them.

-/\-/\-/\-

Five minutes and six seconds later, we were parked in the small, ten car parking lot. Melanie passed the binoculars back to me, pointing to a higher window. We were scoping out the all-but-windowless small rectangular building, deciding whether to go in or not.

"Think she's in there?" Mel asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had stretched between us.

"No." I answered honestly. There wasn't a plane parked, for one, and for two, ours was the only car in the scorching parking lot. This place was so familiar.

"I think they already left." I said, answering her questioningly hostile stare.

"How are we supposed to get there now?" Her hostile moment forgotten.

"Where in Michigan did you say she was?" I answered with a question of my own, Maybe if...

"I didn't, because I don't know." Mel said, "All I know is her plane was going to Branwell Private Airstrip."

I smiled. Let's see...

She noticed my grin and frowned. "What?"

"I maybe can get us there. Just let me make a few calls." Her frown lightened and she agreed.

-/\-/\-/\-

After making my calls, and texting some old friends, we had a flight.

They started to ask too many questions, though. Ones I didn't have any answers for, so I grudgingly cut off contact again.

"We're set." I said, getting out of the car.

"Where are you going?"  She frowned, exiting the car also.

"To catch our flight." I said as a small aircraft appeared in the distance, hurtling itself towards the airstrip.

She smiled slightly, following me inside. "I don't know how you did it, but good job."

The man at the front desk eyed us warily as we headed for the elevator. I smiled gaily back at him until he turned back to his computer and the elevator ding-ed in front of us.

As we neared the third floor, where you board, I began to grow anxious. Doubts flew and spun around in my head.

What if this doesn't work?

What if i can't save her? 

What if I can't find her Boy-Toy?

Would they really kill her?

The doors bing-ed again, signaling that we were here. I took a deep breath. 

Let's do this.

(Sorry this was gonna be longer but i wanted to update earlier, so.. Shoutout to @Calum_Down_Please bc shes awesome!! )

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