He Saved Me

|T W E L V E| SCHOOL,SKANKS, & STARTS

|T W E L V E| SCHOOL, SKANKS, &      STARTS

Today is my first day at my new school. And my first day as a senior. Needless to say, I'm nervous. I think I would feel better if I actually knew some people. Ashton said he would stay with me as much as he could though. Hopefully we'll have a few classes together. Julia is going to drive me to get my schedule and sign papers.

I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair. After curling my hair and putting on some makeup, I put on my outfit. Since it's my first day, I picked a dark navy floral skirt with a maroon shirt. I slip on some navy heels and get my things.

Ashton gives me a wink as I sit at the dining table. I try to contain my blush and eat my breakfast quickly. I grab a to-go cup of coffee and we leave.

"Welcome to Hilton High. What can I do for you?" A girl behind the desk asks as we enter the school's office. It's huge compared to my old high school. It looks more like a college than a school.

"My name is Julia Matthews. I'm here to enroll Paislee Reynolds." Julia informs the girl.

"You can do that with Principal Charles. He'll be expecting you." She replies and points to a big door across the hall.

It takes about 30minutes for the principal to enroll me and give me my schedule. He seems really strict.

I text Ashton my locker number and schedule. "Was he scary?" He asks.

"A little. This whole day is kind of scary, though. And I don't scare easily." I laugh.

"It'll be okay. We have all but two classes together." He comforts and kisses my cheek.

We go to our first class which is English with Mrs. Rolins. She introduces me to the class and pretty much everyone ignores me. All the kids here seem stuck up and rude compared to my class mates at Creens. There's no way I'm going to fit in here.

My day goes by quickly. I meet all of my teachers and get all of my books. So far the only teacher I like is my history teacher, Mr. Jason Williams. He's younger than all the other teachers and more laid back. Ashton stayed by my side all day except for in history and the last period which I'm in now. But, he walked me to class and kissed me. He told me he would wait after class to take me home. The day hasn't been as hard as I thought it would be.

The bell rings and I pack up my things, ready to leave; until a familiar blonde walks up to my desk. "So you're the new bitch and the whore who's sleeping with my boyfriend."

"Excuse me? Who the hell are you?" I hiss, getting up from my desk to meet Ashton.

She grabs my wrist and digs her nails into it sharply. "I'm Karla. Ashton is my boyfriend and you need to leave him the fuck alone! And you better watch the way you talk to me, whore. I'll ruin you."

"Oh. Shit I'm so sorry." I gasp. "Actually, I'm not. Ashton isn't your boyfriend. From what I've heard you're just a nasty skank. Don't ever touch me again bitch!" I slap her ugly dragon nails off of me and go to walk off.

"You little bi-" She goes to slap me and Ashton grabs her hand.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing Karla?" He roars. I've never seen him so pissed.

"I-I..." She stutters.

"Ashton, let's go." I grab his hand and we leave.

His face is red and I can tell he's really mad.

"What the hell was that, Paislee?" He asks when we get in the car.

"Nothing, its fine." I whisper.

"Paislee!" He yells.

"I said nothing Ashton! Take me home!" I yell back.

He huffs and drives us home.

Once we get home, he slams the car door hard, making my ears hurt. He storms into the house and I get out of the car. I go to my room and change into some shorts and a t-shirt. I throw my hair up and go to Ashton's room to talk to him.

Knock. Knock.

"What?" He barks.

I open the door to find him lying in his bed with his hands over his face. "Can we talk?"

"No." He huffs.

"Ashton, I'm sorry but I don't need you taking up for me. I can handle myself. I don't need you to jump in and save me. I can save myself." I explain, hoping he understands.

"Yeah. You're right. We're not even together." He mumbles, rising up to look at me.

Ouch. "Yeah. We're not."

He stares at me for a moment and sighs. "We could be."

I look at him, confused. "What?"

"Be my girlfriend." He smirks and takes my hands.

"Seriously?" I ask, making sure he's not joking.

"That's not a yes."

I smirk. "It's not a no."

"Paislee." He scolds.

"Okay. Yes." I smile. He grins widely. He picks me up and kisses me senseless.