Everything Has Changed

Chapter Four

Ashlyn's POV:

"We are not doing that."

"But come on Harry, everyone knows you have a good voice!" Alex exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"I only sang in the talent show last year because someone dared me to do it; and therefore I'm never singing - again" Harry said, leaning back on the sofa he was sitting on. Alanah groaned and flipped through her English notebook while Harry and Alex kept bickering.

Our English project was on poetry. Your group could either write a poem, copy down a famous poem and recite it to the class, making it original and unique, or pick a song and make a cover of it since songs were basically poems. So that's how we ended up in this situation.

"Let's just call it a night okay? I'm getting a headache and it's not due in two hours it's due in two weeks." Alanah spoke up, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and standing up. I grabbed my backpack also and stood up, nodding in agreement with Alanah.

"I think we should all just, think about it and meet up again tomorrow?" I asked. Alex nodded eagerly - probably because that means she gets to spend more time with Harry, the 'sex god' as she likes to call him.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you all tomorrow." Harry said leading us to the door. As soon as we were all out there he slammed the door and it made us jump a little bit.

"I don't think he wants to ruin his rep as a player," Alanah said to nobody in particular. Alex and I nodded in agreement. He may have a good voice, as so people say, but he probably doesn't want to be known as anything else besides the player that has gotten laid the most.

"I'll be heading home now. I'll see you guys tomorrow, here?" Alex asked Alanah and I before she walked over to her Fiat and got into it, and drove away towards her house.

I waited about ten minutes with Alanah before her dad picked her up. I groaned, I texted my mum about twenty minutes ago to come and get me - and Harry's house is a five minute drive from mine. So what's taking her so long?

Looking over at Harry's Porsche that sat on the driveway, thought of the sports cars my mum bought for me and Ashleigh when we turned sixteen a few years ago, thinking about how expensive both cars must be.

"Why are you still here?"

I whipped my head backwards to see Harry standing in the doorway of his front door, his arms crossed over his chest and one of his eyebrows slightly raised.

"My mum's late picking me up, obviously," I stated, rolling my eyes. He chuckled slightly and looked down the road the direction my mum was supposed to come in. My mum was usually late for everything, no matter how important it was to her or me, that's why she got us our own cars. But of course, today she decides to do a "nice gesture" and drop me off. What does that do? Save me gas money?

"Is that your car" Harry asked, nodding towards a blue challenger driving slowly down the cement road and I nodded, standing up.

"That's my mum fashionably late as always" I muttered and hopped off the front step of Harry's porch and made my way down the pathway to the car that was parked on the opposite side of the street, where my mum was waving her hand frantically - a gesture for me to hurry up - which of course, I didn't do.

I walked slower on purpose just to piss her off.

I watched as my mom rolled down the window to the car and glared at me before speaking.

"Ashlyn Brooke Smith, get your ass in this car - right now."

Ooh, she used my full name. Damn did I piss her off? I quickly nodded and looked both ways before crossing, like they had taught us in our early ages in school, and slipped into the passenger seat before my mom took off at full speed down the road.