More a.i.

0.5

Time passed by rather quickly which stunned me. My focus was mostly on my homework, including a few thoughts of tonight. It was just that I wasn't used to this, like going someplace with someone I barely knew. I was that type of person who was closed off and stayed at home most of the time. I wasn't outgoing like other people are or as talented and could play many instruments or played multiple sports. It just wasn't me I guess, I was different and knew it. 

A doorbell rang and I knew my mom would get it. She was home already. Getting out of my chair I went outside my door to see who it was. It was Ashton wearing something different and his hair was a little wet. 

"Hello ma'am," Ashton greeted my mother. He was smiling like always, it was rare to see him frowning. 

"Hi, Rebecca's upstairs in her room, "my mother informs him. 

"Okay, I'll make my way upstairs, thank you. It was nice to see you again," he says as he takes off his shoes before starting to walk up. 

I rush inside my room as quiet and quick as I can, pretending I was so into my homework. Looking at my homework, I honestly forgot what I was doing so I just did some random writing. I'll just fix that later or tomorrow. 

"Rebecca?" Ashton says hoping this is right room I suppose. My door had an R in front, which I hope would tell people it was mines. 

"I'm here," I say turning around to see him walking inside my room and to the bed, I'm guessing to sit. 

"So, are you ready?" he asks looking at me. 

"Yeah," I say getting a jacket in my closet. Earlier, I changed my clothes that weren't as different as the ones I wore at school. I am a teenager, I’m meant to dress casually. 

Like everyone, we could feel it when someone is looking at your direction. There's his feeling you get and you know it. That is how I know he is looking at what I'm wearing. I'm not sure why he bothers to look at my choice of clothes. It wasn't anything special. It was just jeans and a shirt. He's probably thinking why I'm wearing this. 

There was silence when we were walking out of my room. It was awkward and I hoped it wasn't like this when we were out. This is now why I don't like hanging out with others, everything was so awkward, at least for me.

"Bye mom," I say as I see her sitting waiting for me to leave. 

"Bye sweetie," she says not moving from her seat, just waving at me. "Bye Ashton," she says after. "Have fun," she finally says as we head outside. Ashton just waves goodbye at her and she finally stands up to lock the door. 

We walk to my car already figuring out that I was driving us to wherever we were going. I go to the door of the driver's seat but so does Ashton. 

"I'm driving," I tell him straight up. There is no way I would let him drive my car, I don't trust him enough. 

"You don't even know where we are going, I'll drive," he argues. Ugh, why is he being so difficult?

"You could always tell me where we are going," I say trying to convince him to let me drive. Why I am I even telling him this, it's my car I decide and not him. 

"Then what's the point of the surprise," he crosses his arms. 

"It's my car, I decide who drives and I want to drive," I tell him crossing my arms as well. 

He looks at me for a little before speaking again ,"because you don't trust me." 

"I only met you recently, of course I don't," I tell him truthfully. 

He sighs starching the back of his neck, "fine you drive then," he says finally agrees and walks to the passenger's seat.

"Thank you," I mutter under my breath so he probably didn't hear me. Oh well, I thought. 

I get out my keys and open the door before sitting down. He opens the door as well and sits. This is the second time today he sat there and the second time he's been inside my car. It's only been a day too. I push the thought and focus on the now. Inserting the key, I start the car. 

"Where are we going?" I question so I know where to drive to. 

"I'll tell you the directions, so it's still a surprise," he tells me not as friendly as I hoped. This isn't a good sign so far. 

"Okay," I reply simply feeling a little bad. 

The drive was silent and awkward with him just telling me where to turn or if I should just keep going straight. It was about 20 minutes before we were near a house blasting loud music I could hear clearly, even if we were still far away from the house. There was so many car parked in the driveway of the house and also the other houses. It felt impossible for me to find a parking spot that was even close. 

"Is this where we are going?" I ask turning to face him. We passed by the house, which was huge compared to mine. 

"Yeah, it's Melanie's party," he tells me.

"Oh," I say. I knew about this party. There were the popular students that were only invited and I wasn't one therefore, I wasn't invited.

"I wasn't invited," my cheeks heat up feeling embarrassed. 

"I know," he starts and I look at him. Was he going to invite me even though I wasn't invited? 

My question was answered with his next respond, "I'm the only one going inside." 

"What?" I said completely shocked which I shouldn't be. 

"I needed a ride here and someone to pick me up when I need to get home," he tells me casually. 

My blood boils, why did I have to drive him? Couldn't someone else drive him, like a friend. Ugh, I felt stupid thinking we could actually be friends. 

"Why couldn't you ask one of your other friends to drive you here?" I ask calmly looking at the window in front of me trying not to act as if this has affected me. 

"I didn't trust them to drive me back safely and you wouldn't of have come all the way here to pick me up if I asked," he tells me which is so stupid. "So can you give me your number so I can text you or call you when I'm ready for you to pick me up." 

Not bothering to fight with him I just give him my phone and he types his number. His phone vibrated so he most likely just texted himself. 

"Thanks Rebecca," he says getting out of the car. I don’t say anything I just drive off and look for the address and street before typing it on my phone so I know where to go when he calls me. 

Well that was certainly a surprise, Ashton. 

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