Remember Me?

Chapter 02

I sigh contentedly, sinking back into the chair. "You know what I want?" I said.

Silence.

"Popcorn," I state to nobody in particular . "That's what I want."

More silence. I sigh, exasperated. "Lilly, it's been 24—"

"17."

"—hours since you stopped talking to me. I know it's killing you. Just forget it."

I look at her through my eyelashes. She's never been able to resist this.

Until now. I huffed as she turned away. I scan the crowd for anybody else I knew until my eyes land on a familiar face. I feel the tiniest twinge of guilt.

"Oh look! There's Ashton. Looks like he isn't playing today."

If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under. Lilly's glare was that murderous.

"Why don't we go talk to him?" I suggested meekly. The guilt was eating me up now.

Lilly grunted. I assumed that was Neanderthal for "okay."

"Hey," I say tentatively, approaching the poor guy.

"Hi," he replied and promptly sneezed. I winced.

Leaving my purse at the cafe and then making him run back in the rain to get it was not part of my plan. But everything worked out in my favor. I mean, he wasn't dying. Just a harmless cold.

Lilly rushed to his side and put an arm around him. His smile could have lit up entire room.

"How's the, uh, burn?" I asked sheepishly, scuffing my foot on the floor. That was part of the plan. Though now I'm thinking that pouring scalding hot coffee on his thigh was too extreme.

"You know, Mia, I really don't think Ashton needs a recap of all the injuries you caused him," Lilly says pointedly.

"Oh, right," I say dejectedly.

I'm a horrible person.

I take a seat beside them.

God, it's been, like, 10 hours since we got here. Are they planning on starting today?

I checked my watch and looked around impatiently. Lilly and Ashton were in their own personal bubble. I really could do with that popcorn now. With lots of butter. And maybe a hot dog too.

I start tapping my foot in anticipation. I braid my hair then unbraid it. Then I put it up in a bun. I start a conversation with the guy next to me until his girlfriend starts throwing dirty looks at me. I try to join in with Lilly's and Aston's conversation but half the time they just kept staring at each other goofily.

Just as I'm about to get up and wander about, the speakers crackle to life.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman," the commentator starts.

My eyes scan the court intently. All of a sudden the crowd erupts in ear shattering shrieks and shouts.

It's crazy how popular my dorky brother who drinks milk straight from the carton is with the girls.

I wave my arms excitedly at Alex, ignoring the strange looks I'm receiving from the people around me. His eyes fall on me and he blows me a kiss. All the girls in the row in front of me swoon and drop into their seats, ecstatic looks on their faces.

So gay.

My eyes scan the crowd for Cameron, my other the best friend. The crowd erupts once again as he appears, yelling and screaming his name.

Cameron, my best friend who wears pink socks under his uniform trousers every Thursday.

He waves at me and I wave back when suddenly a specific name catches my attention.
"...led by the team captain Ashton Rivers!" tho commentator announces.

I whip my head around in shock. And there's the cocky little bastard, striding out with his perfect blonde hair and sparkling green eyes and crooked smile. He looks straight at me and winks.

He winked.

My head whips back and forth between Ashton the I and Ashton the II. I'm so stunned I can't even form a complete sentence.

"Bu—but... you...how how how ho—," I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Who the hell are you?"

He smiled nervously at the both of us. "Hi, I'm Jason. It's a pleasure to meet you'll?"

My mouth drops open in shock. Lilly and I look at each other, dumbfounded. "Why?" Lilly squeaked.

Jason cleared his throat. "Well, you see..." He took a deep breath. "Ashton was supposed to be your date but then I saw you and you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and I was floored and I knew I had to ask you out and I asked him to switch with me and he agreed and—" He saw my face. "Not that you aren't pretty. You are, um, very pretty. Your, um, your hair is, actually, very pretty. If—if hair can be pretty, then your hair is pretty and I, uh, really like your sh—shoes and Ashton is a great guy. He plays basketball and is a straight A student and has had a lot of girlfriends but not—not too much. Maybe one or two. Or more. Boys," he laughs nervously. "He's very hot too." He closed his eyes as he went over what he just said. "Not—not that I roll that way—"

"Shut up," I tell him. He obeyed. Wisely, may I add.

"Let me get this straight. So you'll lied to me and Lilly?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. He nodded sheepishly. I scoffed. The audacity. I looked at Lilly with a can you believe them look. But she wasn't looking at me.

"You think I'm beautiful?" she asked shyly. Jason blinked.

"You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen," he said earnestly. Lilly blushed like a 17 year old schoolgirl. Which she is. But still? That line was so cheesy. I can't believe it worked.

I scoffed as the little traitor went and sat beside him. I crossed my arms and sat beside them with a huff. I felt like walking onto the court right now and giving Ashton Rivers a piece of my mind. That'll teach him to lie to me.

I lean back as the game started. God I hope we win.

"Yes!" I yell as the buzzer sounded. 65-62. I grab Lilly by the shoulders and shake her.

"We won! We won!" I scream. Lilly puts a hand on Jason to steady herself. I run onto the court shouting my head off. Alex pushes through the crowd rushing to congratulate them and grabs me in a hug.

"We won!" he shouted in my ear.

"I know!" I shouted back. "I was here too!"

He pushes me, laughing and I stumble back, tripping over my own feet. Two hands grab me.

"Woah. Easy there," a familiar voice says. I lurch back in surprise.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I give him a tight smile. "Never been better, Jason. No, no, no, wait," I hold up my finger and smile sweetly. "Ashton." My tone made it clear exactly how I felt about him right now.

His eyes flashed. He walked past me to Alex. I followed.

"Good game, Greystone," he said, extending his hand.

My brother took it. "Likewise, Rivers." They shook hands. He turned to me and nodded. I smiled back, the picture of innocence.

Jerk.

"Whoooo!" I yell, whipping my head back and forth in time to the music. Cameron grins back at me. "This is lit!"

Cameron yells back something but I can't hear him over the music.

"What? I can't hear you!" I yell.

Cameron tries again, enunciating every word slowly.

"What? I can't hear you!"

"I SAID— " unintelligible shouting.

I shake my head at him. He threw up his hands in frustration and let loose a string of words. I still can't hear him but I've got a pretty good guess of what he's saying. He grabs my hand and takes me to a corner. A quieter corner.

"Have you seen Sophie?" he asked. My face soured. Sophie, his beloved, oh-so-precious, psychotic girlfriend.

"No," I tell him. I look away from him just in time to see a certain blonde haired boy looking at me. I turn away abruptly.

"What?" Cameron asked.

"Quick, tell me something funny."

"Like what?" he asked.

I start laughing hysterically as if he's said the most hilarious thing ever. Cameron looks at me with a strange look. Alex walks over, a smile forming on his lips.

"What's so funny?" he asks. I continue laughing, holding onto Cameron for support and gasping for breath.

Cameron turned to him. "I said "Like what?"," he said.

Alex's smile fades. "I don't get it."

Cameron drags him away. I look at them walk away.

"What's so funny?" a voice asks. I turn around.

"Oh, you won't get it. Inside joke," I said airily.

Ashton smiles. "Well, try me. I might get it."

Ok, um. He wasn't supposed to say that.

"Um, well." I clear my throat. "Cameron was just saying that, um, that he likes British muffins."

I cringe inwardly. "It was funnier when he said it," I said hastily.

"Oh." He said, nodding his head, his lips twitching. "Talking about muffins," he scratched his neck. "Would you like to go out for coffee sometime? And maybe a muffin or two?"

I paused. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"Do you want it to be a date?" he fired back without missing a beat.

Smartass.

I blush. "I hear muffins are good this time of year."

Muffins are good this time of year? They don't grow on trees, you idiot!

"Sure," he said. "I'll bring along a basket and we can take a walk in the park while picking them out of trees," he deadpanned.

I give him a flat look. "Haha. What I meant was, I'd love to go out for a muffin or two."

Ashton smiled. My heart fluttered at how gorgeous he looked. "Great. I'll call you."

He was halfway across the room when it occurred to me that he didn't have my number.

I turned around with a smile on my face, straight into a wall of muscle. Some of my drink spilt on his shirt.

I gasped, horrified. "Oh, my god," I said. "I'm so sorr—" I look up. My breath caught in my throat.

Standing in front of me was a boy of about my age. My drink dripped down his shirt, leaving a wonderful red stain behind. It plopped onto the floor, making a puddle around his feet.

But that wasn't why I was staring at him. He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Tousled black hair that fell onto his forehead and eyes like blue sapphires. They were framed by long black lashes and his bone structure looked like it had been chiselled out of stone. Even the curve of his cheek was perfect. He looked like the kind of boy who broke a lot of girls' hearts. He looked like the kind of boy who girls wanted breaking their hearts.

He looked down at his shirt and swore colorfully. I couldn't help but notice the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks as he lowered his gaze. Then he looked up at me. His eyes smouldered. "Keep saying that," he said. "It makes everything so much better."

I shrank back, surprised. He looked extremely pissed. "I said I'm sorry. It was an accident."

He looked me over. "I'm thinking, so were you."

I gasp in outrage. "Why do you have to be so rude?"

"Why did you have to spill your drink on me?"

Impulsively, I throw the rest of my drink at him angrily. He closed his eyes, beer dripping onto his perfect little face. The fact that he still managed to look ridiculously good enraged me even more. I shove the cup at him and he takes it out of surprise.

"Oops," I said. "My bad." And with that, I turned on my heel and stormed away.

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