Ashlene's pov
"NO WAY!" Marine screamed," THEY DON'T HAVE FISH AND CHIPS TODAY? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THEM?"
"Rina, chillax, they probably ran out?" I told her, trying to calm her down.
"How could they? It's a crime against food law!"
" Rina, chill, hey, why don't we just get fried rice or something, then we buy dessert? I heard the dessert today is delicious!"
Marine crossed her arms over her chest. " It better be!" she stormed off to buy her food. After five minutes, we finally settle on noodles. I set down my food on our table then excused myself to the bathroom. On my way there, suddenly someone sholved me from the side. Obiously not expecting it, I fell onto the hard floor. I looked up to see who pushed me. It was none other than the school's girl bully - Stacey.
"He's mine," she hissed at me," don't you dare touch him or go near him." With that, she walked off. I said nothing. Just then, a hand offered to me. I looked up. It was Razson.
" You ok?" he asks as I took his hand and stood up.
"I'm fine," I stated," thanks."
"Oh right," he started rumaging through his bag," you left this in class." He passes me a familiar white iPhone with stickers pasted on the screen.
"My phone!" I gasped as I realised who the phone belonged to. I took the phone from his hand and slipped it into my jean pocket. "Thanks, Razson, again."
"Ashly, I told you to call me Raze, anyway, you're welcome." he said before disappering in the crowds.
As I headed back to my seat, I wondered, usually, I hated it when a boy calls me 'Ashly'...but Razson? I didn't mind! And why did I have butterflies in my stomach when he said my nickname? But, I shrugged all these thoughts away.
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Vote for me? anyway, I hope this chapter is up to u guys (and girls) standereds. Anyway bye guys (and girls)! I'm gonna watch Catching Fire now!!! AHHHHH getting my results tmr. What will they be? I hope I did well in my exams :-*
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