The Ashton Project

Chapter 2

Taylor's POV:

I am in the bathroom of Peachwave after school. David and I always meet here after school on Wednesdays to do home work and talk.

I look at my self in the mirror as I wash my hands.

A slim face stares back at me. I have long black hair that I always keep in a braid; it's so poofy. I have brown eyes but my black nerdy glasses cover them up.

I have a warm brown complexion without any blemishes.

I hate my nose.

It's perfectly straight, but, at the tip it points up. Just a little. Like Mary Poppins or something. Ashton lives to tease me about it.

I see why my only friend is an Indian nerd.

But I'm a nerd too so...

My iPhone 5c ( in green) buzzes in my back pocket. David must be here.

I dry my hands and leave the bathroom. Once David and I get our froyo we start to talk about ways to get rid of Sam.

"Maybe...we could be honest." David suggests.

I laugh. "And make another guy hate me? I already have to many of those."

"People like you! Everyone on the team loves you!"

"What team?"

"The mathletes..." David says and starts to laugh.

"David! This is serious!"

"Fine, fine. I'll think."

We wait in silence while we both thing about what to do.

The a wild idea pops into my head.

But no...he would never...but he doesn't hate me that much...if he agrees it's guaranteed to work...

"Ashton. If can get him to show Sam I'm going out with him, then Sam will have to leave me alone!" I say proudly.

David starts to argue. "Taylor...your a nice girl and all...but, Ashton? Why can't it be any other boy?"

"No, it must be Ashton. If he thinks I'm going out with the hottest guy in school, then he'll have to stop pursuing me!"

Davids forehead wrinkles with concern.

"But how are you gonna get him to even like you? And also since when did you consider him "hot"?"

"Come on he may hate me but, it's not like I don't notice his appearance. Besides how hard will it be? All I have to do is deceive some people."

"No offense dude...but your not the most cunning person I've met."

I playfully punch David in the shoulder. "I just don't want you to get hurt okay?" He says seriously.

We are never this serious. Our friendship is normally light and airy. "Of course, David. I mean what could go wrong?"