Bleeding Hearts

Chapter 6

*Ashley's Point of View*

Ryan lives two blocks away from my apartment I share with mother and sister, so he walked me home. "See you in twenty minutes? I'll come here." He said. "Definitely." I said smiling. His smiling face turned concerned. "And remember to eat something, okay?" He asked. "Okay." I lied. I wasn't planning on eating anything at all. We'll talk about it later of course. I went inside, took a quick shower, and changed into a dark camo shirt and Jean shorts. It was three twenty-five, he would be here in about five minutes. I was just about to leave my room to go outside and wait for him when I walked past my full body mirror. I stopped and looked at myself. My thighs DO touch, slightly. My stomach IS flat, not indented like the cheerleaders'. My sides ARE slightly round. I'm fat. I heard a knock at the door. "Hey, can I come in?" Ryan asked. I looked at the clock. I'd be looking at myself for ten minutes. "Yeah, come on in." I replied. He came in. I didn't even bother trying to hide what I'd been doing, he probably already guessed. "Don't listen to them, they're just jealous, stuck-up, liars." He said slightly angry. "Did you eat?" He asked. "To be honest, no I didn't." I said. "Come on." He took me to the kitchen and handed me an apple and a piece of cheese. I smiled at him gratefully. "Thanks." I bit into the apple. It was delicious. "Now come on let's go, your grandmother is expecting us at four." We walked out to his pick up truck. He got it for his sixteenth birthday, he's seventeen now. I'm seventeen too. It's rusty red with worn brown leather seats. We got in, and set out on our way. It takes half an hour to get there. After about ten minutes he spoke. "Hey I've been meaning to ask you. Are you sure about this date with Alex on Friday? I mean, not to be harsh, but he's the school player. He'll take advantage of you and break your heart. I can't let that happen Ashley, I can't." We got to a red light, and stopped. He looked at me. "I don't want anyone to hurt you, I hate seeing you sad. It kills me when you cry. I know you think he's perfect, but please be careful. Promise me." He said forcefully. He meant it. "I promise." I said. The light turned green and we continued to my grandmother's house. We were silent, but it wasn't a bad silence. It never is. When we got there, we just went inside. She knew we were coming. "You two just go on out to the pit, I'm just reading my new book!" I heard her yell. "Thanks grandma!" I yelled back. "We'll be back in a few hours!" Ryan yelled. And we ran out the door. As soon as we got to the pit I jumped in, made a mud ball, and threw it at him. "Hey!" He yelled laughing. And world war III began.