SHE'S NOT ME ( ASHTON IRWIN )

04. YOU BORROWED MY PEN

Dear Ashton,

You asked me for a pen earlier today. I was taken by surprise because that was the first time you ever spoke to me, and I simply didn't know what to do when I was around you. It was embarrassing, really, what I did.

I gaped like a fish, opening and closing my mouth a few times before blinking several times, pinching myself under the desk to see if this was real and I was not dreaming at all. It hurt like hell, and that was when I realized that this was really happening. You had asked me for a pen.

I didn't miss the strange look you gave me, but you quickly covered it up with a smile and burst out giggling, as you stared at me in amusement. I hurriedly grabbed the black pen that was lying on my desk, handing it over to you as I desperately tried to avoid any sort out of direct contact with you, knowing that I would do even more embarrassing things if that were to happen.

I didn't miss the cheerful thanks you gave me and the ever present smile you sent my way in exchange for the pen, before you got up to leave to return to your seat.

I knew I was beyond tomato red by now, but I didn't really care.

You borrowed my pen.