Love Times Two (A Kian Lawley and Sam Pottorff Love Triangle)

Chapter 1

It felt weird going to school in anything but sweat pants and tank tops. But here I was in a floral sundress with a backpack dangling off my shoulder. I never had one of those, either.

"Ricky? Is this something people wear to public school?" I turned to face Ricky, my best friend since I was a five. Actually, my only friend, since I was homeschooled, and he was the only person in my neighborhood who was my age.

"People wear everything to public school." Ricky didn't even pay me a glance and continued to throw an oversized bouncy ball that I won in a crane machine when I was seven against the wall.

"Can you at least look at me? I could be nude, you don't know," I crossed my arms at him.

He turned around and smirked, "You look fine, Ashley. And you wouldn't be the first person to show up naked to school."

I nearly choked, "What? You must be joking."

"Nope," He threw the ball at the wall again, "I wish I was joking. I didn't wish to see that many dicks in one day."

"Oh my God! Who?"

"Kian Lawley and Jc Caylen, they're douches. Are you coming? The bus should be here soon."

I turned to face the mirror one last time. My long blonde hair was down, and I straightened it to make it look better. It was one of the first times I've used it, and I burnt my finger twice. It was also only my third time wearing makeup. It felt weird but my mom told me it looked great, but she is my mom so she has to say that.

"I can't believe you convinced me to join public school," I sighed. I still remember when I finally agreed to join. He had been begging me for weeks, and one day we were playing basketball, and we made a bet that if he won I would join public school, and if I lost he would never bring it up again. I'm a fairly competitive person and fairly good at basketball, so I agreed.

However, he beat me by twelve points, and I convinced my mom to let me switch. If I hated it, I only had two more years of school left anyway.

It didn't seem like that big of a deal at the time but now I felt like this was the worst decision I could ever make.

"You'll like it," He reassured me, "Now come on. The bus is going to be here in like, five minutes."

I took a deep breath and followed Ricky to the bus stop.

I don't know how I pictured school buses, but it was never like this. Half the kids were almost asleep and the other half were bouncing off the walls. Things flew across the bus as Ricky led me to a seat in the middle.

My eyes darted around all the kids, who didn't even seem to notice me. They were all yelling.

I wanted to leave.

"It's so loud," I told Ricky as I took a seat next to him.

"You'll get used to it, I promise."

"Hey, hey, Ricky!" I turned to see who was talking to Ricky. He had blonde hair and vibrant blue eyes. He was bending over his seat, nearly hanging off of it. He looked about fifteen.

"Who's that?" I mumbled to Ricky.

"Trevor Moran," Ricky responded, "He's a sophomore this year. He's loud, but he's a fun guy."

"Hey, Trev," Ricky turned his focus back to him.

"Who's your friend?" He pointed at me.

"Oh, this is Ashley."

"Ashley," Trevor noted to himself, "Where are you from?"

I swallowed hard before speaking. You have to make friends, Ashley.