It all started with a sticky note// Ashannie

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Asher's P.O.V.

I am the worst person to ever walk the earth. I kept on think how much I've hurt her and it was horrible. I can't ever talk to her again.

I'm such a fucking dick. I looked around to see that no one was in the hall and I just leaned my back on the lockers and slid down them. Why do I feel like I'm always doing this recently?

"Asher, bro. You good?" Carson asked walking over to me and I just shook my head pissed.

"I made her cry." I said crossing my arms and kept my head down.

"What? What are you talking about?" He asked and sat down next to me.

"She called me and told me that she saw all the girls I've been talking with hanging around me and flirting and all that shit. I didn't even think about who this could effect her." I said and banged my head in the lockers a couple of times.

"No, Asher stop." He said stopping my head from hitting the locker again. "It's not your fault."

"Yes it is man. I had the power to stop talking with the girls who just want to sleep with me and make her more comfortable but I didn't." I vented.

"God, now she's never gonna talk to me again." I muttered and my head fell into my hands.

"Asher, if you really know you then she knows that you would never hurt someone on purpose." Carson said putting his arm around me.

"Maybe, but she's definitely not gonna tell me her name." I said letting out a breath.

"Have a little faith in your girl man." He said shaking me a little and I nodded giving him a fake smile.

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After basketball practice I went home ignoring the offers from Carson and Will to go to some party which they said would cheer me up a little.

When I got home I went straight to my room passing my mom, brother, and sister as the tried to talk to me and slammed the door shut.

I flopped down on my bed trying to clear my head from all that shit.

I felt my phone buzz from my pocket and I slipped it out and saw that I got a text from an unknown number.

Unknown number:
Quit being a jackass and call her Angel.

I frowned my eyebrows a little and typed.

Me:
Who is this?

Unknown number:
I'm the blonde girl from your party who crack her head open.

Unknown number:
I'm fine by the way

My mouth dropped open and my eyebrows perked up a little.

Me:
How'd you get my number?

Unknown number:
That's not important. What is important though it that my girl is upset of some jackass jock who doesn't have the decency to send a text after she put herself out there emotionally to said jackass.

And she didn't text me after that and I wasn't able to text her back either.

I let out a breath. I didn't deserve to talk to her and she deserves so much better then me. I clicked on her contact and called her.

"Hi." She said immediately answering the phone and I couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice.

"I'm sorry for being such a dick." I said and I heard her let out a breath.

"Ash, you're not." She said but I ignored her.

"But I am. I didn't think about your feelings. The only feeling that matter the most to me." I said.

"But you are now. That's the important thing." She said and I shook my head.

"Still, I feel terrible. It's my fault you were upset." I said annoyed.

"It's not. What can I do to make you believe that? Please, anything?" She begged.

And I smiled a little.

"Anything?" I wondered.

"Yes, please I'm sorry." She pleaded.

"Tell me who you are so I can see it on your face that you don't blame me." I said nervously.

"Ash," She started.

"Dork, come on you can do that. Please." I said.

"Not now." She mumbled.

"Then when?" I questioned.

"You really wanna meet the real me?" She wondered.

"Are you kidding? I can't get you out of my mind. Talking to you..." I started and cleared my throat. "Talking to you is that best part of my morning, afternoon, and night."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow." She said and hung up.

I let out a breath and looked at my phone. I turned it off and threw it on my bed.

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"So after you told her all that she hung up on you?" Will asked trying to understand what I just told him and Carson.

"Yup. What do you think that mean?" I wondered looking at them.

"That she likes you and is just nervous about telling you that." Carson said and I looked at him confused.

"What is she nervous about telling me? I told her." I asked.

"Because you Asher Angel. And I'm guessing that she think you won't like her on you status of popularly." Will said and I rolled my eyes.

"But, I don't give a fuck about that. Why won't she understand that?" I asked annoyed.

"She's trying to. That's why she went to your party and kissed you." Carson said as we walked to my locker and I nodded.

I opened my locker and a piece of paper fell out and I looked at it confused.

I unfolded it and it said, 'Go to the library during lunch and open your email with your blue eyed cutie friends so you boys can talk with the love of your lives ♡'

And then the whole morning I could not stop thinking about that note I got and I couldn't stop smiling.

I have a feeling Dork didn't write it which number my out a little bit I smiled because I know her friends would convince her to do that.

When it was lunch I went to meet up with Will and Carson and we went to the library and logged in to our emails and saw that someone as @Sydnastical started an email with us.

@dork818, @Sydnastical, @bballboy8, @onlyrealCanadian, @lilspics, @ashera13, @Carsonlued, and @WillMill.

"This is gonna be interesting." Carson smiled I nodded.

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It is gonna be interesting and I fucking love how Sydney is doing all the work on Annie's half of the relationship with texting Asher to call her and then again with the note.

Love you all💜🦔🌻