The Story Of Us

The Story Of Us | Chapter One

It was just a drunken dare, but I found myself wanting to do it. The words were imbedded in my mind; I dare you to make Aston West your boyfriend, the girl giggled and rambled on about him.

Aston was a... Quiet person. And he, like most, was hard to read. His face was blank, gorgeous, but blank. If I had to describe him in one word, gorgeouslyquiet. Yep, that's a word, I suppose. There was no doubt about the looks of Aston, like the car, he was beautiful sleek and perfect. I suppose that Aston Martin had gotten into a little accident, though; he had a scar, going across his beautifully sculpted jaw line. But he was beautiful, and sculpted, and perfect. For me. Only me. Yep, just me.

"Why are you staring at Aston West?" Veronica asked, frowning as she munched on her chips. I rolled my eyes at her and turned around.

"I wasn't staring, just observing." I answered, shrugging.

"Sure." Veronica muttered, a sarcastic smile on her face. I flipped her off and angrily took a bite out of my sandwich. She smirked at me and turned towards him, he was reading a short book, I think it was Edgar Allen Poe. I also think...that I just discriminated against quiet people. I rolled my eyes at my own thoughts and turned towards him too, staring.

"He's not bad looking." Ver muttered, her head turning to the side. Didn't I just say 'only me'? I guess she's excused. she is my best friend after all. And only friend, can't loose that.

"When has he ever been bad looking?" I said, looking at her like she was stupid. She held her hands up in surrender and laughed.

"I'm sorry. I've just never checked him out I guess." She shrugged.

"Whatever." I said, rolling my eyes and turning around. I found myself looking back up and his eyes met mine, I felt my eyes widen and I looked away quickly. My cheeks were flushed red and I'm pretty sure my double chin was showing when I looked at him.

"Why are you blushing?" Ver asked, squinting her eyes at me.

"AEC." I muttered. AEC stands for awkward eye contact, because for some reason, it happens way too often to us. We should probably stop looking at people so much.

"I know why you're so obsessed with him, Penelope." She smirked, "The dare, wasn't it? You do this all of the damn time, we were all drunk. It's not like it actually counts, you don't have to stay committed to it." She muttered, tossing a fry at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Whatever."

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I groaned and got up from the floor, I need to stop sleeping on the library floor. But it's become a habit. I popped my back bones and got up, my ribs sore and aching. I checked my phone for text messages from friends, but then remembered, I don't have friends. I laughed at myself and walked out of the library, stuffing my phone into my bag, not looking where I was going.

And of course, falling to the ground.

My eyes widened as big as plates. I just bumped into Aston West. I blinked rapidly, he stared down at me with a frown. "Are you gonna say sorry... Or?" He asked, his voice deep and husky, aka sexy. You see? Mine.

"S-Sorry." I frowned, entranced by him. I've never been so close to him. I blinked even more when I seen him stick his hand out to help me up. I slowly retracted my hand from behind my back and let it fall into his, fingers tightening around mine, and I could visibly see the muscles flexing as he pulled me up onto my feet.