It Was Room 93 // eleventhirty

Chapter 3

ASHLEY

We kind of just stared ar each other for what felt like forever. Her smile was so beautiful. And the way her cheeks burned a rosy peach tone was so cute. I needed to get to know this girl. Was she going to come to the party tonight?

"Hey.", a very tall guy with black hair and pretty brown eyes said. He stood next to Anastasia, "Is something wrong?", he asked me.

Is he Anastasia's boyfriend? Did he switch schools with her? Does this mean she's straight? I mentally kicked at rocks. This is so freaking terrible. I really like this girl. Please tell me he's like... a friend or brother or something!

"Uh.. no. No, nothing's wrong.", I responded. The boy furrowed his brows at me.

"You sure there's nothing wr-", he was cut off by Anastasia.

"Yes. We're sure, Brendon.", Anastasia arched her right brow and stared straight at him. Brendon slowly nodded and smiled at me. 

"My apologies.", he shook my hand and explained he was Anastasia's older brother....thank god.

"So you're in this class then? What part are you?", Anastasia shyly questioned me.

"Oh, no I'm not in choir. I don't take any music classes. These guys are just my friends.", I explained, smiling at the curious girl.

She nodded and was about to speak when the bell rang, signaling that we had five minutes before our first hours start.

I smiled torward Anastasia and Brendon and said my goodbyes before wandering off to the math building.

I told Morgan to tell them both about the party. Hopefully they'd come. I wanted to make sure I saw Anastasia again.

I wasn't going to class. I usually don't. I sit and chill in the bathroom and find a way to entertain myself. Maybe I could try to write today? About... Anastasia? Would that be weird or the slightest bit of creepy? Whatever. I'm doing it. 

I knocked open the navy blue door that led to the women's bathroom and locked the door behind me. I didn't want anyone disturbing my thought process. I sat down on the bench with the blue velvet cushions provided, and pulled out a notebook and pen.

I clicked my pen and closed my eyes. Okay.. think of Anastasia. What does she look like? How was she dressed?  How does she make you feel, Ash? She's something I can't reach.

Alright, I got nothing. This is harder than it usually is. Maybe because it's about someone I like this time? Maybe it's because I'd want her approval? Will I show this to Anastasia? Or to anyone at that?

I sighed and pressed my forehead against the palm of my hands. I need a smoke. I opened up my book bag and pulled out my cigarettes and lighter.

 See what you do to me, Anastasia? I laughed at the sudden joke I made, lighting the stick before pressing it to my lips. Inhale. Exhale. And again. Once I was finished, I pressed the cigarette into the bathroom floor with the toe of my sneaker. A small spark flew right at my face but I dodged it before it could burn me. Yikes. That would have been bad.

I began to think and think again about what I wanted to write. Maybe i would include cigarettes? Maybe not? If I do include cigarettes, I'll include that I nearly set a fire to my head just now. I don't even know. I sighed once again and realized it wasn't time to write just yet. Which bothered me, honestly. This has never happened to me before. Instead of writing something new I decided to flip through some things I've written before.

S.O.S.

Yikes. Wasn't even that long ago that I was overly obsessed with Harry Styles. Oh well. Those dimples are super cute, and no one can deny that.

For Ruby

This song grabbed onto my heart and squeezed every time I sang it or read through the lyrics. Ruby Owen, I hope you're doing well.. wherever you are. 

Borrowing

Now this. This is completely regretful. Actually, no. That was a lie. The man it was written for is a regret. The song itself? I am proud of.

And that's all I got so far. I'm in the process of releasing my EP. And by that, I mean I'm really freaking out because I don't have anything but S.O.S. written for it.

I'll figure it out.