You know that common excuse, The Dog Ate My Homework?
Well, let's tweak that up just a bit to... one of the most notorious boys in your whole school ate yours.
Ashley Nelson.
Nerdy, geeky, straight A good girl. Pretty cliché right?
Every girl believ...
A/N: This chapter is dedicated to the three people who tried to spam my story but failed. Sorry I haven't updated in a day, yesterday was very eventful. I'm sure you've seen Writer01302005 in the comments of me book. Well, Rowan's moving away in the next week which is very depressing because we've known each other for ever.😰. I swear if you put a cocky remark because I just said I'm going to miss you I swear I-
And my annoying friend or the one and only Row as he likes to call himself, the guy that inspired Keith: Writer01302005 ! The song above was also recommend by him.
By the way I forgive you for the Chillies accident. IT WAS AN ACCIDENT RIGHT?
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📓Ashely's POV📓
Waking up was like torture knowing that Bryce would probably get murdered by my parents today. How am I going to tell Hannah that my my parents killed her boyfriend?
After finally winning a fight with my mom about wether or not I'd wear the dress my she picked out to the restaurant, I put on the something that was less revealing.
It was a simple light blue plain dress shirt that went down that went to my knees and I wore black leggings underneath. I don't really understand why my dad picked to go to a retract its kind of a public place for murder, but then again there's food so...
THIS IS TO THE-
I pick up my phone and see that I have a notification for a text message from Bryce, don't freak out about the fire.
I furrow my eyebrows and text him back, what fire.
I freeze and quickly run down the stairs and sigh when I don't see any fire or feel heat.
You'll see..., he responded. What's with the '...' ?
You sound like a serial killer, I texted back.
"Ashley!" I heard my dad call from downstairs, I pressed the off button on the top of my phone and put it in my purse that my mom's making me bring, she said it was "formal'
I hear my phone vibrate continue sly as I go down the stairs where both my parents are waiting. My mom reacts first, "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes," I answer. I don't wait for them to respond because I'm a,ready out the door and in my the back seat of my mom's car. I take out the phone from my purse and look at the new nine texts.
