Learning To Feel Again

Chapter 7

A Week Later

Today is my first day of school and I'm surprisingly really nervous. I usually never get nervous, but I am. It sucks that I'm starting school three months left in the school year and then I graduate! Which I am really excited for.

I wonder what it's gonna be like? I hope I make some friends. And have some easy-ish classes.

What is something a new student wears to school in the month of April? Jeans? A skirt? OMG I know what I'm going to wear. I'm gonna wear a skirt and shirt and I know the perfect one.

Walking over to my closet, I pull the two doors open and hunt for my outfit. I grab my white shirt and floral skirt. The shirt has medium sized sleeves and hugs my body nicely, but not too much. The skirt is high wasted and stops a little above my knees. I throw on some random accessories hear and there and go to my bathroom.

I braid two front strips of my hair and pin them back. Then I apply my winged eyeliner, mascara, and lip gloss. With one last glance and a small smile I head back into my room.

Knock

Knock

"Yeah?" I call out to the mystery knocker.

"You descent?" I recognized that voice and I smiled to myself. Asher.

"Yep. Come in" he doesn't even hesitate to open the door. As soon as he sees me he smiles and I can't help but smile back.

Asher and I have been good this past week. We haven't really had our first kiss yet, but that's okay I can wait. And I don't want to rush into anything. It's still a little awkward lying to him about the Ethan thing, but I can't tell him the truth. What if he gets disgusted and hates me? I can't take that. Not from him.

"You look beautiful" his soothing voice fills my ears. I blush a small pink and smile. This is what he does to me.

"Thank you Asher"

"You're welcome my lady. So do you need a ride to school?" I walk over to my bed and put on my white flats.

"No thanks. I have a ride" I remember Lucas asking to drive me last night. Me and him have actually become friends and I'm thankful for that, but Asher isn't. Jealous butt.

"From" he walks over and sits on my bed next to me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me into him.

"Lucas" I finally can be truthful.

"Ugh. I want to take you though" He frowns a little.

"Sorry, but I already promised him."

"I don't like him"

"And why is that?" I already no why, but it's cute when he gets all flustered over Lucas.

"Because what if he wants more than friendship from you" he stares down at me with his big  blue eyes and frowns.

"He doesn't and even if he did he wouldn't get more" I tell him truthfully once again.

"Fine" he huffs like a five year old not getting their way.

"Come on lets go eat" I stand up and pull his arm to follow me. Which he does.

Walking down the stairs, I can already smell the... what is that? Muffins? Yes! I love me some fucking muffins hope they're blueberry.

As soon as that thought escapes me I run to the kitchen with hope in my eyes.

"Dad what kind of muffins are you making?" I look at him pulling them out.