It Was Room 93 // eleventhirty

Chapter One

*ASHLEY POV*

"JADE GIVE IT TO ME!", I screamed, jumping on top of her and reaching out to grab the lipstick she was attempting to take.

"WHY? YOU HAVE SO MANY!", she yelled back, holding the liquid lipstick with the tips of her fingers - reaching out with her long arms so I couldn't grab it.

I rolled my eyes and sat up on top of her.

"Alright, then. I'll just go get Malik.", I said, attempting to use my older cousin as a taunt. She scoffed at my childishness and pushed me off of her.

"Malik won't do jack shit, and you know that.", J teased.

I sighed and shrugged. Worth a try. J handed me the Kat Von D lipstick and I painted my mouth with it before putting it back with my collection.

"Seriously though. Find another hobby. All that makeup's the reason you're so broke.", she furrowed her brows.

"At least I make more money than you!", I blew a raspberry as a look of shock and amusement danced on her face.

We both giggled at my joke. Malik knocked on the door before opening up, asking if we were ready to leave.

Malik lives with my family and I because of financial reasons. J spends the night sometimes when she needs a ride to work. Malik drops her off, then me. J and I have spent so much time together, it's like we're sisters. Thanks to Malik, I have an amazing best friend.

Today was Halloween. And to be in spirit, I decided to dress up as Sandy from the movie Grease. You know, the character Olivia plays. Except my costume isn't all that since I wasn't able to bleach my hair. My mom doesn't like the idea of me "killing my beautiful curls".

J, Malik, and I climbed into the green Taurus my cousin owns and off we were to Starbucks.

I pulled my phone out and began to scroll through my morning instagram and twitter feed. 

School sucks. Especially because my best friend has already graduated. But I don't plan on dropping out or anything, I just don't like going everyday. I don't like the homework. The lunch is kinda gross. And the people there can be pretty awful. But I mean... that's life.

Since J doesn't go to Warren anymore, I'm not very close to anyone at school. More like... friendly to most. I've dated a few people this school year. None of which actually went to the same high school as me. Most of them weren't even in high school. That's not wrong, right?

I don't know EVERYONE here at Warren Hill, but I have a fair enough mindset of what and who comes in and out of those huge, glass double doors everyday. I talk to the band and choir kids the most. I'm not in either of those electives but... those guys just seem to keep it real. You know? They're all dressing up as Grease characters like me too. Everyone's dressing up. Everyone does it every single year and it's always so cool. 

Speaking of every year, the annual Warren Hill Regional Halloween party is tonight too. No one goes in the same costume that they wore to school. It's more fun to surprise everyone with another. This year it's at a girl named Hayley's house. But every year, Malik and J pick me and the band and choir kids up and we throw a little after party. I'm not sure where we'll go this time.

"Want something?", J asked - snapping me out of my daze, "oh... uh. Yeah. Just get me an iced coffee, please.", I smiled. She smiled back and nodded, walking in the store to fix me my drink.

Malik looked at me through his rear-view mirror. Mostly at me hair.

"No bleach?", he questioned. I sighed and shook my head no. Malik asked if I was gonna just leave it blonde. I honestly wasn't sure. I've always been a brunette... would blonde suit me? I wanted to dye my hair darker... maybe black. Maybe then my mom would let me color my hair. 

Malik agreed to drive me to the salon tomorrow when my mom isn't home. J and I are close.. but Malik and I are closer. We're cousins. And we both don't really have anyone in the family that's closer in age than each other. We've always had one another's backs. I could rely on him for protection and affection and he could rely on me for the same. It was a great brother-sister type bond we had. And I really appreciated having an older brother type figure in my life. Sometimes the oldest child needs an older sibling. 

J strolled out of the shop and to the car with my drink in hand.  She gave me the cup and I handed her a few bucks. Malik and I said our goodbyes and off we were to Warren. 

On the way, we began to discuss where we'll go for our after party. We've been to a few really cool spots... and a few weird ones. Last year we went to an old skate park. The year before we went to an abandoned building. I think it was a warehouse of some sort. Oh, and one time we broke into a corner store and stocked up on some goods and chilled there until it was around opening hours.

Malik pulled into the student parking. This is where he drops me off everyday. I hugged him goodbye and away I went to school. 

The student parking lot was directly behind the school. My first hour's on the other side of the campus but this was where the auditorium was. Even though I didn't take choir or band or anything of that sort, I was so into music. I mean, everyone is. But I understand music. It's always been something I wanted to go with in life. Like have a career within it. And I'm  already on my way towards that. I write music. That's what I do. I haven't been 100% happy with anything yet.. but im getting there. I also mess around with guitars too. I can play pretty well. I want to make an album soon. I want to make a living off of something I love. 

I walked into the glass double doors of the auditorium. Nioami and Lance looked my way and waved excitedly before jumping from their seats and running torwards me. Lance was dressed like Kenickie and Nioami was easily spotted to be Rizzo. Nioami already had short black hair like the character. All she had to do was dress like her.

"Oh my god. You guys look great!", I squealed, giving them both friendly hugs. 

"So do you! I mean, wow. Look at that hair.", Nioami gushed, twirling me around. I giggled and greeted the rest of our little group. Austin was Doodie, Alex was Jan. Morgan was a very cute Frenchie, Sylvester was Putzie, and Taylor was Marty. We almost had the whole Grease gang!

We were all so cheerful, hyping up one another and all. We took a few group photos and talked about the after party a bit more. 

"Ashley,", Morgan called out, waving me over,"We have a new girl in choir. I want you to meet her.", she grinned. I nodded in response, handing my coffee to Nioami and walking to Morgan's direction.

Morgan turned some girl around to face me. Her dark brown waves framed her perfectly structured face beautifully. It was obvious that she was wearing makeup, but it was done nicely and it wasn't anything crazy. She wore a white halter crop top and some high waisted ripped jeans... which looked super hot. How could she make such a simple look seem like it should be walking down the runway right about now? 

"Hi.", I said, sticking out my hand very awkwardly,"I'm Ashley.". She glanced at my hand and looked back up at me, her ocean like eyes flickering to my dark hazel ones. She smiled and gently shook my hand.

"Anastasia. You can call me Ana though.", she said, blushing.

Can I call you my wife too?