Ugh. Bullies. They never stop do they? I yelled in my head.
Pages all over the floor, trodden on, ripped and scrunched. I hate them, all of them! A voice, not Elliot's, more deep and sad whooshed past my ears.
'Hey.. Ashley?' He said.
'Hey?' I guessed to think who it was, 'What's your name, stranger from behind me?'
'Toby Parker.' He said sadly. *reference*
'Okay then, Toby Parker, you may leave now- I was happy picking up pages on my own!'
That sounded a bit rude didn't it.
A lot.
'Sorry...' He said, even more upset than before. 'Bye.'
I feel so bad.
He looked nice as well.
Yeah but not as nice as Elliot.
Why am I thinking this, I said to myself, I hate Elliot he's just a playboy who wants me when he feels like it.
'Wait!' I yelled back to him, and jogged as fast as my stitch would let me.
He turned reluctantly and looked at me with his hazel eyes with hope.
And there it was. Then , there, now.
Why Ashleigh? Why do you do this?
I liked him. I think.
'What?' He mumbled, almost crying. But he wasn't.
'I'm really really sorry for being a jer-'
'It's okay I guess...','I don't really care...'
He was tall, dark messy hair , and wearing a white stretched shirt that showed his torso. I had to look up to him but he didn't notice as he wasn't looking at me.
'Yes but you should, if someone's a jer-'
Then he moved towards me with a dark look on his face.
'Um Tob-' Silencing me with his finger.
'You don't want Mr Sanderson to hear us talking about him!' He laughed.
Phew.
'Hey, Ashleigh!
Elliot.
'Who's the girl?'
'Right that's it!' Toby yelled,'I can't bare this kid.' As he lunged towards Elliot with a fist.
'No please Toby!' I said, looking at him in despair.
He looked back, just as sad but caring, like he cared for me, like he wanted me.
Shut up Ashleigh . No he doesn't.
'Okay. I'm sorry it's just-' 'You're like that and he's like not that- Ugh!' Toby yelled right to Elliot.
Elliot was shielding his attractive face with shaking hands.
Wimp. He's just tall.
And probably a bit stronger.
And a hell of a lot more nice to me.
And a bit more attra-
Toby walked off slowly still shaking after what he was about to do.
'Ashleigh who was he?' ' I thought we were dating!'
'Dating?' I questioned.
He laughed.'Yes!'
Why do you do this to me? Your just the playboy!
We stared again, smiling and grinning and then he touched me.
He touched my cheek and held me round the waist.
His hands felt so good on me, I let out a small noise. Small at the time until he questioned,'Was that a moan?'
'No!' I replied, a little too quickly for his likings.
'I knew it! You liked me.'
'No, I don't!' 'Trust me!' I said defensively
'Oh. Ok then, shame cos' I liked you.'
There goes that meaty beating thing in my chest.
The playboy. Said-he-liked-me.
'No! Elliot you're jus pt the playbo-'
How could you do that to him.
'Yeah, I am.'
With that he hugged me and left.
Embrace.
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