{Chapter 3}

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Click. The door opened. I fell asleep around 10 but woke up at 2:53 and I haven't been able to sleep since then. I watched as Ashton came in with a tray of  food and set it down on my lap. I sat up and looked at it. Pancakes and bacon. Mmmm.

"Thanks," I told him and started eating.

"No problem," he said, "the lady in the cafeteria yelled at me when I tried to get two plates."

I laughed and nearly choked on my food.

"Is it true ?" He asked staring at me. I looked at him. Ashton Daniels was a good-looking guy. He had dark brown messy hair and grey eyes. It was kind of weird the way he had grey eyes because everyone in his family had brown eyes. I'd asked him before if they were contacts and he replied with a "nope".

"Alex ?" He said pulling me out my thoughts.

"Uh yeah," I said my mouth full of pancake.

"So it is true ?"

"Oh, uh no, I mean yes, I mean --"
"I'm not mad if it is true, " he looked at me earnestly like he really meant it but I could see that glint of sadness in his eyes too.

"Look, I really didn't want you finding out this way it's just that Cole said if I didn't give him the information he wanted he'd tell you and --"

"It's ok Alex," he smiled. I always loved his smile. It was goofy yet handsome at the same time. Ashton was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for, sometimes I wish though he'd do more to tell me what he felt. He didn't keep anything from me it's just that if I did something to him he would just smile and tell me it's ok. I know it's really sweet but I felt guilty.

"You really don't have to be ok with it ya know ? I'm sorry, I didn't know what else to do. I should have told you myself though." I meant every word.
He got up, walked towards me, and kissed my forehead. "You need to sleep," he said then walked out of the door. Click.

I was tired of everyone saying I needed to rest. I needed to help. Chris. Zach. Isabella. They all counted on me and I'm here laying down with bacon stuffed in my face when they could be dead.

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