"Camie!" I wave at my best friend, who is currently sitting in her car scrolling through her phone. She doesn't seem to hear me, so I walk up to her car and tap on the window. She looks up at me with wide eyes before rolling down her window.
"Gosh Ashlyn, way to give me a heart attack," she scolds me, her hand hovering over her heart.
"Are you going to keep acting like a lunatic or are you going to let me in?" She rolls her eyes and unlocks the car. I stick my tongue out at her before making my way to the other side of the vehicle.
Once I'm in my seat, I send a quick prayer to God, asking for Camie not to let us crash. You see, my best friend is one of the worst drivers in history. I honestly have no idea how she passed her driver's test.
"Try not to hit the Geico car this time," I comment teasingly. Camie responds by punching me in the arm.
"I thought we agreed never to speak of that." I can't help but let out a burst of laughter, which only earns me a glare from Camie.
"It's not funny Ashlyn!" She whines at me.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry," I raise my hands up in submission. I bend forward to buckle my seatbelt and look up to find Camie's face directly in front of mine.
"What's wrong?" she asks in an accusing tone. I knew she'd be able to tell that something is up. Camie has always had a knack for reading people.
"I don't know what you mean," I try my best to avoid her stare.
"Ashlyn Rosaline Breyers, don't you dare lie to me," she points her finger at me.
"Really? You just had to bring my middle name into this didn't you, Camellia?" I retort back at her.
"First of all, you know I hate my name. Secondly, don't try to change the subject." She finishes the sentence with her pointer finger in my face. If there is one thing Camie hates, its secrets. Those that she isn't apart of anyway. Fully aware that she won't let up, I decide to tell her everything . . . it's not like it's a secret.
"Okay-fine. I'll tell you. I was at my locker trying to retrieve my books, but like always it wouldn't open, which is just so beyond annoying-I mean come on! Every locker for the past fou-"
"Ashlyn. Focus," Camie interrupts me. I shoot her a look of annoyance before continuing.
"Anyway, I was trying to open my evil locker and Dylan showed up acting like his overly egotistical and completely oblivious self. "
"Wait. Dylan Talon?" Camie infers. I nod my head.
"The one and only. The jerk had the nerve to apologize to me, but not for the reason he should be sorry for. And before you say anything, I know that's not something to angry about, but he didn't stop there. When I tried to walk away, he yelled at me for a reason can't even comprehend at the moment and then just left."
When I'm finished, Camie purses her lips like she wants to say something.
"Go ahead. Let it out." I say, trying to assure her that I won't get mad at whatever she says.
"Maybe he did want to apologize about Bryn, but he was afraid. Maybe he's not as bad as the others. He did get them to leave us alone during lunch." I ponder what she says for a moment, letting it sink in. Maybe she's right. I scratch the thought from my mind, suddenly feeling angry. Not at Camie. Not at anyone in particular.
"So you're saying I should be grateful to him?" I question her. Taking out my newfound anger on Camie.
"You know very well that's not what I meant."
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Mathlete to Beauty Queen
Teen Fiction"When someone dies, it leaves a hole in your heart. A hole that will never fill, because the person who did, is gone." When Ashlyn's 14-year-old sister commits suicide due to bullying by the hands of her school's popular group (aka, the Kens and B...
