Cliché // a.i.

sixteen

Another chapter for you weenies, cause I love you, and I hate myself for not being able to post for like a week and a half. Also, I got nearly 100 reads overnight and I flipped out. Okay, happy reading! - Jess (:

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Wednesday, October 1st, 2014

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Ashton showed up just as I was walking to the bus stop this morning, and made me ride to class with him. His eyes were red and puffy, and his sweatshirt was tear-stained but I didn't say anything. I didn't want to embarrass him.

He added my books to his book bag, and held my hand all the way to class. I felt all jittery, and my stomach nearly exploded.

Cliché to say the least.

He goofed off like he always does during class, and doodled on my notes while I was watching the professor.

I tried to take the bus to work, but he drove me there, and hung around the Starbucks studying since I had a short shift. Michael kept asking me questions about him, but I just smiled and pretended not to hear.

Apparently there's a party tonight, but I made Ashton drop me off at my dorm. I told him about my traumatic party experience, and he just said that I should have invited him. "It wouldn't have been traumatic or boring," he'd assured me.

Now I'm just laying in bed listening to my record player. I've put Ashton's photo back out. It makes my side of the room feel more like home.