Does He Care Or Am I Delusional?
Introduction:
Breaking down doors wasn't a everyday easy task.
"Three!"
Why we were attempting it, it was a very good reason.....Ashley thought.
"Two!"
Commotion on the other side of the door sidetracked me and my past momentum crumbled a little.
"One!"
Oh, no. This isn't going to end well!
"Uh, I don't think we should---"
"Don't think, just do it!"
"No, I really don't think we should do this!"
"You," she muttered while grabbing my arm tightly, "are doing it anyways! Zero!"
"AHHH!" I screamed as she took off and I had no choice but to follow. Call the ambulance!
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"Okay. One more time before I have to shake it out of you or something.
Why...is...the...patio...door...broken?!" My mom stood outside of the destroyed glass patio door, hands tightly on her hips with the keys still in one hand, and emphasized each word slowly like we were stupid.
Well, we probably were to not have seen this one coming.
"You see, Mrs. Clark. What had happened was......"
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We tumbled to the tiled floor after we ran into Martin as he threw the door open right as we began running.
"I told you in wasn't a good idea, you tard." I snapped with irritation.
"Martin don't you dare---MARTIN!" Ashley scrambled up, after a retreating Martin, but he made his way out of the back door quickly and slammed the sliding glass shut, lockingit from the outside.
"You're an ass!"Ashley shouted, seething in her spot.
Martin flipped her off and smirked.
"Ashley, now you know...NO!"
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Mom gaped at me as I finished explaining what had happened because Ashley had stopped.
"Ashley Danielle Nicole Blanton, you threw a dining chair....my dining chair, at the glass door." my mom looked at her in bewilderment.
"I am so, so, so, soooo sorry about that, too! I really wasn't thinking about it because I was so angery and pissed off. Sorry! Didn't mean to cuss, but yeah...I kind of had one of those, what do you call them....conscious thoughts or whatever that passed my mind that maybe, maybe the door would explode into a million little pieces. But, as you can see, I didn't listen to it because I figured the chair would just bounce right off the door. No harm done, except to that prick, Martin, of course." Ashley continued frantically rambling."Wait! I didn't mean that, well I did....maybe I'll just....but you have to see it was all a misunderstanding, I didn't mean to hurt you gorgeous little door, it was so cute with the, okay now that sounds like sarcasm. Gosh!" Ashley shouted.
"Ashley, just shut up! She knows it was an accident already, chill out." I tried to calm her down because she was freaking out. Probably because of the fact that if we told her mom she would be sent to boot camp or something. Trust me, she would.
"Why?"My mom finallycontinued, tiredly, "you haven't told me what this was even about yet."
Ashley looked down andkicked at something imaginary on the ground while shesaid in a small voice, "He told some guy that I wanted to sleep with him for money and the teacher heard and I got detention for 'selling myself out on school property.'"
