Blinded By Love (ON HOLD) (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 1 - The Text

 A/N : Hey guys, I just wanted to say thank you for beginning my story. I really appreciate feedback, it is very very helpful. c: Hope you enjoy. (Edited)

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I listened intently to the rain's soothing pattering on the fairly large windows of the classroom. I always loved the sound of the rain, it helped me sleep at night. Sometimes I would even get out of bed, and I would just stand outside. I wanted nothing more than to do just that, at this moment. I wanted to walk right out there, close my eyes, and enjoy the grey weather. Of course I couldn't yet, not until this class was over.

I had nothing better to do then count cars that were in the school parking lot. 'One, two, three.' forty-seven in my view right at this moment. I started counting colours too, starting with green and then red but I eventually gave up on the whole counting thing and started doodling in my notebook. At least when I did this it looked like I would be taking notes instead of dreaming for a better place out the window, which everyone else in this class seemed to do.

“Echo?” I shifted in my seat. “Echo!” The voice hissed after I did not answer the first time.

Ignoring the sound of my name being called in a very hushed tone (a loudly hushed tone might I add), I moved my plain brown hair to the right side of my shoulder, hiding my face from whoever wanted me, also keeping me from being too curious.

“Echo!” I felt something come in contact with my head. Slowly turning in the direction it came from, I looked down, glaring at the object that had hit me. It had been a balled up piece of notebook paper. I then looked back up to see who the culprit had been.

Ashley was wiggling her eyebrows at me, but I was not in the mood for her playful antics. I rolled my eyes at her and shook my head before she could say anything, but it didn’t stop her from attempting conversation with me.

“Open it!” She whispered the best she could. A couple students looked over at her then at me, as if we were more interesting than our poor teacher trying to better our futures.  

I picked up the paper that she had chucked at me, and unfolded it. The note read:

Hey girl! I know something is bothering you, do not try to deny the truth with me, Missy, I am your best friend! So as a best friend I must save you from yourself. Come to my house tonight or I will come to your house, tie you up, and stuff you in the trunk of my car.

Love,

Ashley <3  

I didn't even bother to writing back. She would never let me turn this offer down. Sighing, I crumpled the paper up like it once was, and tried my hardest to aim it at her head, but it turned out to be an epic fail when it landed about three feet behind her.

“You could have thrown better!” Ashley whispered to me.

Of all people, Ashley would know that I played soccer and not softball. I hated softball with all the fiery from Hell itself, but that was because when I was in the seventh grade, Davey Collins used to hit me everyday in the face with one of those dumb plastic bats. I curse the day I ever see that snot nosed brat again. I hope, wherever he moved to, that some girl is helping me out and is getting him back for all those times.

She threw another piece of paper at me while I was busy going down memory lane. This time it hit me in the forearm. I did not bother to even open this one, I just picked it up and made an effort to hit her with it. This time I actually hit someone, but it clearly was not my prior target, Jinx Holland was.

My eyes shot up at the clock, than at Ashley who was in a fit of giggles. I became extremely nervous. I glanced at Jinx, who was looking at me, trying to mouth something but all I could do was stare at her with a blank face. Shit I hate Ashley so much right now. Why did I even try throwing it? I knew Ashley and Jinx sat a couple seats away. Dammit.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Jinx's red tinted hair was all curled today. Her ripped skinny jeans and black leather jacket gave her a sly punk look, which fit her perfectly. I began to daydream about how I wanted to pull her to me, call her mine. I wanted to have the chance that all the guys did, I wanted to be the one to kiss her. But I was not a guy and I wouldn't ever get that chance.  

I got hit with a paper ball once again and I snapped out of my daze. Jinx was giving me a mischievous cocky smile and then got up from her seat and strutted slowly out the classroom door, so I had enough time to stare shamelessly at her butt. God, that girl knew how to make an exit.  

“Well, I honestly did not see that coming.” Ashley giggled. Walking towards me.  

“You have no idea.”

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Ashley's mouth lol'd when I showed her that Jinx had sent me a text. Her upper body jolted forward to look at me better. We were in Ashley's bedroom just hanging out when all the sudden a number text me, and it was Jinx.  

“You have to call her.” She beamed, looking down at me as I laid on her legs to support my head.  

“umm,” I pretended to think it over. Was she crazy? There was no way in Hell I would call her. I couldn't even answer a measly text, how could I call?  

“Echo, darling, if you want her you are going to have to suck it up. BE A MAN!” Dammit.  

She grabbed an animal cracker out of the half eaten bag, but I slapped it out of her hand before she could make it to her mouth. The cracker flew across the room and hit her beautifully painted wall.  

“HOW DARE YOU!” Ashley yelled at me as she watched it break and crumbled on her floor.  

I shrugged it off, ignoring her tragedy. “I will just send her a text back saying hello.”  

“Hello is too formal.” she got another cracker out of the bag and took a bite out of the animals head. “You have to go with hey.”  

I shook my head, agreeing with her and typed 'hey.' sending it, and putting my phone down calmly.  

I wanted to stop thinking of Jinx and how great she looked in her black skinny jeans, so I looked around Ashley's room. The walls were painted in aqua, thanks to my handy work. On one wall, she had all the sticky notes I wrote her in a book she had shared with me over the summer. I had spent most of that summer at Ashley's place because my Mom was always on business trips for months at a time and I always felt lonely.  

“Want to help decorate my walls some more?” Ashley asked, watching me look around her room.  

“I will go get the paint.” I smiled, getting up from her bed and making my way through her house to get to the basement. I grabbed some different colored paints and some different sized brushes and headed back to her room, when all of the sudden I saw my phone in Ashley's dirty little hands.  

“Jinx text you back.” she announced, giving me a smirk.  

I put out my hand. “Give.”  

Ashley shook her head, got up from her bed and darted out of her room, passed me. I could hear her bare feet slap against the kitchen tile. Setting the paint down as gently as possible, I ran after her.  

“You bitch!” I screamed, chasing her around the island in the kitchen.  

“Echo, stop! Let me call her!” She whined as if she knew I was going to win this battle, which I was.  

“I told you I would do it when I was ready, now give me my phone!” I yelled, still trying to retrieve my phone.  

“Hey Jinx.” She winked at me, phone pressed to her ear, running into the living room.

This time it was my turn to whine. “Ashley!” I chased after her.  

“Hey, it's Ash, Echo is like, in love with you. She wants to have your babies. She always looks at you in class and stalks you all the time.” She let out a giggle.  

I tackled her to the floor in the living room and straddled her, taking the phone away and looking at the screen. I glared at her. She was only playing a game with me.  

All of the sudden she stop laughing and her face became flushed and I realized I was on top of her. I quickly got up and helped her on to her feet. “So about that paint.”