ASHLEYS POV
As Andy and I headed towards the group, I let Andy go ahead of me. He didn’t look too nervous or worried about what just happened. I think our secret is safe.
Still, I can’t believe he bought the whole “kissing him for the sake of my ego” line. It was complete shit and I’m sure he knew it. Or maybe he was just so stunned by what actually happened that he would have believed whatever I told him.
I approached the group, Andy made a bee line for Juliet and everyone else was just talking amongst themselves, Lauren looked awkward as hell. She had only just been introduced to the group and was still pretty new. I decided I would just hang back and people watch for a bit, I still couldn’t quite read Lauren, and I didn’t want Andy to start getting all weird around me either, so people watching is probably a good idea.
Before I even get a chance to really take a good look at her, she shoots her head up and stares right at me. I didn’t want her to know i was looking at her, so i immediately reach for my cell in my pocket and dig it out, making myself look busy so she doesn't think I was being creepy. Why do i even care what she thinks? She's the one that's in a bad situation. I can practically say anything to management, and they would have to believe me, because she's new, and cannot be trusted.
I start flipping through my phone, I can see in my periphery that she's still looking at me. It's almost like she knew I was thinking about her
To busy myself, I start looking through the photos I apparently took from last night’s escapades. There are heaps of selfies, hey i can’t help myself okay? When I’m looking good, I want to remember the occasion, even if that occasion happens to be every day. Pics of the gang in some bar, pics of Lauren and the gang, pic of Juliet giving Lauren a smug look. I've never liked Juliet for that; she's always been so pretentious. More pictures of the gang. Huh, pics of Lauren, Pics of Lauren and me. They look like they've been taken by her, my god this chick is really obsessed with me. I keep scrolling through; it seems to be more pics of Lauren and less of everyone else.
I stop scrolling the second I get to the picture. It can’t be a real photo, I laugh to myself. It's a picture of Lauren and me, at what looks like one of those cliche wedding chapels.
I scroll to the next picture,
It's Lauren, she's looking incredible, her hair was pulled back in the rest of the photos, but in this one she has let it down and it frames her face beautifully, she has a natural wave to her hair, it softens her features and makes her look beautiful. I'm in the photo too, and some random 'priest' looking dude. It’s taken by another person, I look beyond drunk, and so does Lauren. I'm putting my mother’s ring on her finger.
Fuck.
We didn’t, did we?
LAURENS POV
I stand at the airport with the group; there is no sign of Ashley. Oh god, Ashley's probably telling management everything. This is it. I'm fired. I find myself unable to concentrate on what everyone else in the group at the airport is saying. Ashley has left me completely dumbstruck about the conversation that happened on the plane. He must think I'm insane for wearing his shirt, and I completely forgot to give him his ring back. I smile at everyone in the group that speaks when appropriate, but am in no mood to contribute to what is actually being said. I finally catch a glimpse of Ashley, standing just outside the group, I look up to him for any sort of recognition of what has happened, but he immediately dips his head as I glance in his direction and absorbs himself in his cell phone, I can’t help myself but stare at him. What am I going to do? I'm still not any closer to figuring out what happened last night, and the conversation we had on the flight is still confusing.
