"Just keep your eyes closed."
"Ashton, I can't see shit. Just let me open them." As I started to remove my hands from my eyes, Ashton's went over again. I groaned and sat down, my eyes still closed.
"Okay... Open them...now" Ashton said. I opened my eyes to see a little picnic, in the middle of the field.
"Ash, this is so sweet oh my god." I beamed. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket for the 45th time in a row. I decided halfway through the drive, I should silence it, otherwise it could ruin our little date. Ignoring it, I sat down next to Ashton on the blanket.
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After we had lunch, Ashton said he was taking me to the mall, and I mentioned going to the cute pet shop right near the food court. He agreed automatically, and that ended up being the first place we went to. I died once I saw the puppies and Ashton convinced me to pick one. We ended up getting a little brown dachshund. I named her Pepper and carried her around the mall, stopping at any pet food/toys/leash/etc store on the way.
We ended up not buying anything else, we just took Pepper home. By the time we got to my apartment, school was let out. After Ashton left to go home, I took my phone out of my pocket, to be met with a million notifications.
2:47 Lucifer :) : am I taking the bus home again?
Me: Yep. Sorry dude, I'll pick you up tomorrow tho I promise.
2:48 Lucifer :) : uh huh have fun on your date with Michael.
Me: what?
2:48 Lucifer:) : uh... Forget I said anything.
2:50 Clifford hates me: (34) missed texts (2) missed calls
I sighed and clicked on Michael's contact name.
Clifford hates me: I'm sorry
Clifford hates me: Please don't ignore me A.
Clifford hates me: There's a reason why I didn't want to hang out with you other than tutoring, but I know it's stupid so please respond
Clifford hates me:Amber?
Clifford hates me:Please I made a mistake
Clifford hates me:I know you like Ashton now
Clifford hates me:But he's not a good guy
Clifford hates me:He doesn't deserve you
Clifford hates me:Neither do I, but I could treat you better
Clifford hates me:Ignore that
Clifford hates me:But Amber
Clifford hates me:Please
Clifford hates me:Help me out here and at least read these
Clifford: C'mon beautiful
Clifford: Did you smile when I called you beautiful?
Clifford: I remember when I made you smile when I called you dumb pet names
Clifford: Can I come over
Clifford: We need to talk
I sighed and called him. "Hello, Michael? Hey, it's Amber. Are you alright? I figured since you were trying to get ahold of me for so long you'd automatically answer when I called you. Oh well. Um, I guess come over when you get this. We do need to talk... I need an explanation for all of this." I took a deep breath. "And if you aren't over here in 30 minutes, I'm going to assume something is wrong, and I'll come over, because... Still, after everything you put me through... I think I like you. I think I like like you." I laughed at how I sounded like a 10 year old. "Bye Mikey." I hung up, and prepared for Michael to come over.
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The Tutor// m.c {COMPLETED}
Fanfiction"What?" I stared at my Trigonometry teacher in disbelief. She told me I had to get a tutor! I thought I was doing well in this class, I can't really need a tutor... Can I? I mean, my last test was on the lower side of the grading scale. Who am I kid...
