The Ashton Project

Chapter 4

Ashton's POV:

"Go away, nerd." I say to Sam who is waiting at Taylor's locker once again.

Sam looks like he will stand up for him self but, decides against that. He walks away sadly.

What ever, I think. Sam is seriously annoying any way. Taylor storms up to me angrily.

"What's wrong with you? Did you miss your meds? The nurses office is that way." I say and gesture behind her.

"Shut up. Are you really going to pretend Friday night didn't happen?"

"What are you talking about? Go get your meds." I say and look though my back pack for my phone.

"Would you stop that?! I don't have any meds. You tried to make out with me on Friday! At your party! You peer pressured me into drinking vodka!"

"You should get some meds. I never tried to kiss you at my party. But I did get you to drink vodka." I say and laugh heartily.

Taylor looks at me in disbelief. "God you really were drunk."

"I dunno. I might have been. That whole night was kind of a blur." I admit.

Taylor huffs in frustration and walks away quickly.

God I hate that girl.

I don't like hate her hate her. I only hate how she thinks she's better than everyone else just cause she's skipped a grade.

In kindergarten.

Taylor should be a junior but she's a senior along with me. Really if she'd just get over her self she could be a pretty nice person.

Taylor's POV:

I have no idea what to do about Ashton. If he doesn't even remember Friday night, then do I just forget about it?

STRESS!

I know one thing though. Wether I like it or not I have a...crush on Ashton.

Me, being academically gifted, have no time to think about boys and dating. My only boyfriend was Jake Dale in first grade and it was only because we both liked the classroom Legos...

This is a whole new territory for me. On the bus ride home I ask David, "Who do you deal with a crush?"

He smiles and stifles a laugh. "It depends. Who do you have crush on?"

I clench and unclench my fists in my lap. "Promise you won't freak out?"

"Of course not. I've know you for fifteen years, nothing can about you will freak me out."

"Okay... I have a crush on...Ashton." I mumble.

David looks shocked and almost angry. "What? But this is the guy that hates you! The guy that teases you all the time! He doesn't even deserve you , Taylor."

We are stuck in a sticky unnatural silence. When the bus reaches David's stop, he stands and starts to leave.

"Wait. Are you mad at me?" I ask David in confusion.

He turns to look at me. With a small smile he says, "No, Taylor. Not at all."

Then he walks out of the bus.

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"I'm home, Mom!" I shout and toss my back pack on the dining room table.

I walk into the kitchen and she her cutting some tomatoes. "Hi honey. How was school?"

I sit in one of the stools. "It was good." I lie.

"Can you set the table for four, Taylor?"

"Sure, why?"

"Your Dad is coming for dinner." Mom says quickly.

"That bastard is not my dad. And there is no way I'm welcoming him into our home. Besides he has his own life now. Can't he just leave us alone?" I say angrily.

"Bite your tongue, Taylor Baisimo. Your father was a wonderful man. We just didn't work well together."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever." I shout and take my backpack up to my room.

I collapse on my bed. I most definitely do NOT want to think about that dumb bastard.

I know the story. My younger sister Bree, was an accident. You know what I mean. They never meant to have her at all but...well of course they did.

The dumb bastard wanted to have an abortion but Mom wanted to keep Bree. They got in many arguments and eventually Bastard gave up and filed a divorce.

I was three. I knew exactly what was going on when it happened, though. I have always been intelligent and watchful.

I still have nightmares about Mom and Bastard screaming at each other at night.

Enough.

I have spent much to much time thinking about this.

I definitely won't be coming to dinner.