After I wore his jacket I tapped his chest twice winking at him.
I definitely wasn't ashamed of hickeys. In fact I think they are the type of imperfections that I love. Walking with a red patch on your neck isn't bad, in fact it's awesome. You get all eyes on you.
I planned to take the jacket off when I had english lectures next.
"Nice time, huh? " Sarah asked her arms folded over her Rumbust chest.
"Yeah, you waited? " I chuckled.
"No." She said the embarrassment coloring her face red.
"So what are you doing there with your arms crossed and your feet tapping against the floor? " Davis asks.
"Just hanging around. " She says before rolling her eyes.
"Oh, really? Well, I and Davis have got to go now, see ya. " I say before she coughs hysterically. And we stop in our tracks.
"Hickeys? " She says mocking our shock.
"Hickeys." Davis defends walking towards her.
"So that's what you have yourselves doing in the store room? " She said
"Correction, gadget room. " He coughs.
"Whatever you guys make me sick in the gut. "
"Proud." I say.
She squeezes her way through us with a twitch in her nose.
We sigh, and we walk out following her.
"Sorry . " Someone with familiar greyish blonde hair bumps into me.
I know just who will have such curvaceous hips, flowery scent, grey blonde hair, full red lips, black batting lashes, and bracelet I gave her on our three year anniversary.
Aisha.
"You shouldn't be. " I storm out wiping off my shoulders.
"Hey, " She calls out holding my hand. "Shouldn't we talk this out before-"
"No! I want nothing to do with you, you make me sick and cold. I don't want to talk anything out with you, alright? Keep it, save it for the bitchy birds who need to hear it. " I say forcing her hold out, it hurts a little but I plastered a frown on my lips till I'm out of sight.
Davis had left earlier when I bumped in with her. I guess he felt it wasn't his quarter to hear it. And it also annoyed him each time he heard it.
I had been trying so hard to hold back the tears. I didn't want to cry at all, especially over something as flimsy as Aisha.
I pick up my phone from my back pocket and dial Tilda since she's the one feeling the most hurt about this.
It rings twice and she picks up her voice friendly, pitched as usual, and warming.
"Hello, Tilda on the line, sorry, changed my phone, who's speaking? " She asks friendlier than earlier.
"Ummm, " I stutter wondering whether or not to tell her that I'm Ashley or not. "Sophie........Backster." I say thinking of a name.
"Sophie? " She asks.
"Yeah, Backster. " I say.
"Sorry, but who is Sophie? "
"From Bolton, social department. "
"Oh, " She says sounding disappointed. "Called to mock me isn't it? " She asks sadly her tone dropping like a DJ pitch drag.
"No, in fact I called to send my apologies on behalf of Aisha. I know you must be feeling really bad. " I say whispering as much as possible.
"Yeah, umm, who gave you my number? Not to be rude. " She says shyly.
YOU ARE READING
Life without Davis
Teen Fiction"He is all you ever think of and all that you ever will" these words kept on strangling my tender mind. I try so hard to forget him but it doesn't budge. I wake up to the thoughts of him. I see him even when he's not there, it's like I've gone mad...
