Ashley's POV---
I headed home, I couldn't do this anymore! I couldn't pretend like everything was okay, like my life was "okay". I wanted people to stop treating me so badly! it made me so mad and it hurt me... everyday I get bullied, pushed, hit, made fun of.. I am sick of it. I got in my care and hit the wheel. I dialed my mom and prayed for her to answer. I smiled with relief when she answered with a worried Hello.
"Mommy, I am coming home I can't do this anymore! I hate this school and the people in it!" She replied so sweetly it was unbelievable.
"Oh honey, come home and get some rest. come home and sleep and we will talk about this later."
"Thank you mommy! I love you... bye Momma" I hung up and ended for home. Home sweet home....
Dylan's POV---
The day was over and I was glad to go home. I needed sleep. I needed to get away from the world. I act like I am the freaking prince! It is so stupid of me to think that I can just push people away and bully people and feel fine. What the hell is wrong with me?! I got home and went to my room. my face hit the pillow and I was out in the matter of seconds.
Ashley's POV---
"ASHLEY GET YOUR BUTT UP!!!! YOU ARE GUNNA BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" I jumped up at my mothers yelling voice thinking the house was burning down at the way she was screaming at me. I mentally groaned and got up. Another horrible day waits for me.
*hour later*
I walked through the doors of my school and headed to my locker. of course I had to run into Dylan. Why can't he just leave me the fuck alone already?!? I moved to the side, ignoring his pleading yells. I jumped when I felt a hand touch the back of my hand. I turned around swiftly and pulled and hand away.
"What do you want Dylan!?"
"Ashley stop, I just want to talk you, please give me a chance?" he was pleading with me... The high school player was pleading with me. I didn't even give him a chance. I slammed my locker and headed to math.
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The Night I Danced
Teen FictionI am 17 years old. In a public high school. I am the geek of the geeks. No one knows me. The stoners hit on me. The jocks try and get in my pants. I don't hate anyone, well I just hate one person... Dylan- the high school popular kid. He is amazing...