The Fat Girl and The Bet

Chapter 2(Edited)

Ashlyn's pov

" Meet in the  music room  during lunch."

I stared at him blankly, twisting my head slowly trying get a better glance at him.

What did he just say?

He wanted me, to met him in the music room during lunch. I mean he can't be serious right now, can he?

Me and Aspen haven't exchanged words since the third grade. Should I be scared? I really don't know how to feel.

My mouth felt dry, tried to form words but nothing came out of my stupid mouth. I probably looked crazy with my mouth gaped open like a dork.

He gave me a small quick smile waiting for me to answer his question.  The room was so loud with all the kids bickering about the last football game, I could feel a headache working its way to the front of my head.

" S-sure"  I tired again and some words stumbled out of my mouth. He nodded his head.

"Its not like you had a choice, Chubbs"  He chuckled at his little nickname that he gave me.

Chubbs? No one has called me that name before, it was always the originals like,

"Hey fat girl, can you do my homework for me?" or " Fattie move out they way, you take up the whole hall way."

I rolled my eyes at his response. I didn't feel like talking anymore so I turned my attention back to the front of the class.

I need to pay attention don't look at him. But the best of me got to me.

As I was staring he suddenly jerked his head to move his hair. His hair itself was like black but it was brown once it was in the sunlight. He paused for a moment, tapping his pen quietly on the desk before he continued writing. I watched his hand as he wrote.

His fingers were long but strong looking, his fingernails pink and smooth, with half moons near the cuticles. My eyes wandered up his arm, to his strong forearm disappearing into the sleeve of his Leather jacket, pushed up to below his elbow to free his hands. I watched his hand as it moved up to rub some unknown irritant from his eye.

His nose was straight and aquiline, his lips were perfectly shaped, parted slightly, his breath, I imagined, moving in and out in steady streams of air. Suddenly, he looked up and I caught a flash of is dark eyes framed by tangled black lashes before ducking my head and pretending to work on the worksheet  Mrs. Freeman just handed out.

"Like what you see don't you, Chubbs?" he gently whispered.

I didn't want him knowing that I was staring at for half of the class period. I didn't want to embarrass myself anymore.

" What? Pssssh, I would never check you out, that's the last thing I would like to do. so can you kindly go back to your work so I can do mine." I sightly whisper back to him. He rolled his eyes and got back to his worksheet. I was relieved that he let the topic drop. I take a deep breath and wait till the periods over.

Once I hear the bell ring, I burst out the classroom, not wanting to hear another word come out of Aspen's mouth.

I finally made to my  third and fourth  period class. Math. My worst subject of them all. I cant take math, I pass it but it sooo boring, I don't see why you need math for anything in life.

All I know I wont being needing to know how to do equations to become a Traveler. That's  what I want to do, travel the world get to know it. Escape high school.

I sit in the back of class not wanting to deal with the name calling this morning. I put my head down drowning the sound of my classmate and teacher.

I just want to be lunch so Aspen can tell what so important that he had to tell me in the music room.