Ella's POV:
Michael was walking me to class after lunch today. We only had a little bit more of school left and I was glad because I don't know how much longer I can be here today.
"Hey your in the same class as Ashton." He laughed when we got to my anatomy class.
"Yeah." I sighed and bit my lip. We waited outside of the classroom waiting for the bell to ring.
"Hey Mikey." Ashton nodded in Michael's direction before walking in the classroom.
"Does he not talk to you?" Michael leaned against the wall.
"Not really." I look down at my feet.
"Do you want me to tell him to? I can tell him that your new here and you don't really know a lot of people." He grabbed my hands and played with him.
"No it's okay." I shake my head and smile. The warning bell rang and Michael came off the wall.
"I'll see you later darling." He kissed my on my cheek and they started heating up. I still don't know what we are yet. I walked into class and Ashton glared at me until I took my seat behind him. He turned around and stared at me until I spoke up.
"What?" I raised my eyebrows and grabbed a pencil.
"I told you to stay away from my friends." He whispered.
"They're my friends too, actually they're the only people I know here who talk to me." I snap and he rolls his eyes.
"I found them first, they were mine before you came back so find your own." He whined. I don't know why he was being so childish.
"Well do you just want me to ignore my boyfriend?" I joke.
"Yes I do." Ashton said before turning back so he could face the front. I sighed and started copying down the notes. I really don't understand. How was I suppose to know that the guys I met at the beach would turn out to be his friends. I know he hates me but he's acting so immature.
"Okay class were taking a pretest today." The teacher handed out the test and everyone groaned. I didn't really understand why I mean it was just a pre test it wasn't going to taken for a grade.
I started the test and it seemed fairly easy. Maybe not to the other kids but to me it was. I took anatomy when I lived in North Carolina. I turned my test and and waiting for everyone else to be done so the teacher could grade them.
Once everyone finished the teacher left to room to grade them and then came back and started handing them out. He told us that it was just a pretest and it will not be taken up for a grade blah blah blah.
"Irwin will you pass this back to Ella Kate." The teacher handed my test to Ashton since he was closer to him. Ashton checked to see my grade and handed it back to me.
"Damn, you were always way too intelligent." He sighed when he gave it to me. I got a 92, not bad.
"I've taken this class before." I shrug.
"I'd ask you to help me but I hate you."
"Fine, you can fail then." I snap and don't talk to him for the remaining 3 minutes of class left. I never thought he would say he hated me but I deserved it. I've come to the conclusion that Ashton is in fact bipolar. That's what I think. There's no way people go through as many mood swings as he does. I diagnosed him myself.
Townes and I walked home after school today. He was telling me about some kid in his math class and how hilarious he was. I really wasn't paying attention. When we got home all I wanted to do was take a nap so I walked up into my room and changed into comfy clothes and drifted to sleep.
