Conquering My Demons

Chapter 3 Falling

"Grey! Hold up." A familiar husky voice calls from behind me.

Not paying mind to the voice, I continue on. I cannot be late for my biology test.

Ms. Gomez, our annoying biology teacher, is a snotty old witch who derives nothing but pleasure from disgracing students who come late for her class.

Before I realize what's going on, I'm staring back at those gorgeous green eyes. His arms are wrapped around me and a satisfied sigh escapes my lips.

Crap! I cover my mouth and mentally face palm myself. Way to go, Ashlyn!

"Grey.." He began. I push myself out of his arms and snap back at him harshly. "The name Ashlyn, ring a bell?" I cringe at the tone of my own voice.

Why do I overreact when I'm around him? His eyebrows shoot up and all of a sudden he's bent over clutching his stomach.

Being the lost human being that I am, I have no idea what's going on with him. Roars of laughter escape his lips as he points at my face. "You...look...constipated."

I couldn't help but notice the dimples peeking out as he laughed. Those dumb butterflies were back again, I wanted to run my hands through his brown curls and feel his arms around me again.

"Thanks a lot, Crissy" I storm off to class in annoyance.

"I know you want me, Grey. I can see it in your eyes" his yell reverberating down the hall.
        This spiked the interest of students, trying to figure out who Christian was talking to.

My cheeks were burning hot now. Bury me now, Christian! The nerve of that idiot. Arggh!

Absentmindedly hitting my head with the door as I opened it to enter the class. Great! Now I'd have to sport a bump throughout the day.

Giggles from behind me, notified me that I wasn't the only witness of my embarrassment.

How can a guy make me act like a complete fool? 

I cleared my mind and focused on my test as Ms. Gomez placed it in front of me. Groans erupted all around me. Staring at the questions placed before me, I laugh.
I get a few glares and weird looks but I pay them no mind.

Within minutes I'm done and I hand it in. Knowing myself, I'd get everything right. I rush out of class to meet up with Monica for Chemistry.
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"Gosh, Ash. Why'd you give him your attitude?" Monica quietly laughs as I tell her about my ordeal with Christian. Mr. Lukas is busy going on about chemical bonds at the front of the class.

"You definitely like this guy, Ash. I haven't seen you act like a complete idiot since the Matt era." I roll my eyes. Trust my best friend to bring up my first obsession, Matt Hilton.

Matt had been the cute boy next door, with his blue eyes and gentle looks, I had simply adored him. There were times that I would peek at him as he changed in his room. His chiseled body was definitely the show to watch every night. I'm definitely sounding like a perv now.

I gave up on him ever liking me when I slipped off the roof trying to listen to his fight with his then girlfriend, Patricia Hawkins. I couldn't sit right for the following weeks.

"I am not obsessed with Christian!" I exclaim. The whole class turns to stare at me. "Miss Baker, is there anything you would like to share with us?" Mr Lukas asks as he walks to my desk.  Monica's not so silent giggles are getting on my nerves.

"No, sir." I reply quickly and hide my face behind my hands. Crap! "Nonsense. You obviously have a better topic to teach us." He smirks as he stares at me.

"Sir.." I try to explain. "Both of you have detention for disrupting my class." His fingers pointing to giggling Monica and I.
Today is just not my day.
           
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"Stay still, big head. I shouldn't even be helping you do this in the first place." Monica says as she presses an icepack to my head. "Ow!" I yell in pain.

We're in Monica's house, she loves playing nurse. Since its Friday, I'm staying for the weekend. "Shut up or I'll press it harder." Aggressive brat. I can't believe that I love her.
My rundown Samsung S6 starts to vibrate on the table and I rush to grab it.

"Hello?" "Hey Grey." I roll my eyes. Monica is busy trying to figure out who I'm talking to. "Christian, how the heck did you get my number?" I ask in surprise. "Sweetheart, I get anything I want, however I please. Never mind that, I'm throwing a party tomorrow. I want you to be there." He hangs up without waiting for my answer.

"What did he want?" Monica asks as she eagerly leans towards me. "Well he invited us to a party, tomorrow."

"Yay!! Move that butt, we're going shopping!" This girl definitely needs to learn how to chill.

Happy Thanksgiving! Even though its belated. Don't forget to show me some love too. Kisses