Ashley
For Math Class, we had seatwork by pair. My teacher assigned me to be with Raph, the teacher arranged it alphabetically.
"You look beautiful today. Are you in love?" He told me while he sat to the chair next to me.
I smirked.
He smirked back. "I am serious."
"Let's focus on our seatwork." I suggested.
"Good idea." He agreed.
We answered the worksheets.
Elly was late and he entered greeting our teacher.
"We were having a seatwork by pairs, but since you have no pair, join Ashley and Raphael." Our teacher said.
He nodded. He put his Jansport down, grabbed a chair and faced us. "What now?"
"We are half way to it." Raph told him.
I gave him parts on what to answer. "Here."
When we were done, we passed the papers and worksheets.
"I gotta go." Raph stood and went out. Leaving me and Elly in silence.
"Ashley, well, it will be an awkward thing to ask you, but you know, well, I need your help."
"Help?"
"I want to dance this girl in the prom. I don't know how. Since you are a girl, I think maybe you'll know more."
Ouch.
I am here. Please, I hope you can see me. I love you, Elly. Don't look farther. I want you to dance with me.
"You're asking me how to ask a girl to a dance?"
He bowed, felt shyness. "Sort of. Sorry. I knew it was a weird question. Forget I asked about it."
"Too bad I can't forget it." I smiled, hiding the pain. "If I was that girl, I won't care how you ask me. What more important is the dance itself. Best option is outside, under the moonlight and beneath the stars. Second... well, anywhere, what matters is that you are with her."
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Sparks of Destiny
Teen FictionThey have said it maybe the sparks of destiny—étincelles de destin—but I said, maybe it was because of the decisions we made and the chances we took, that brought us to wherever we're at and whoever we're with.