Chapter eight: Phone calls

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When I got home my mum gave me a whole lecture about staying out late and forgetting to text her. I didn't really listen to her, I couldn't. My mind was flowing free.

I glanced over at the time which blinked at 21:34, my eyes began to feel heavy. All I've done for the past hour was text Jess about my interesting day with Imogen and her friends. I didn't tell Jess about Ashton, because I knew that she would only take the piss out of me claiming me to 'fancy' him. To be perfectly honest I don't know how I felt around Ashton, he intimidates me slightly.

I got up from my cozy mess of a bed and strolled towards my bathroom. Staring at myself in the mirror I began to question my appearance. Why do I have rich brown hair with piercing blue eyes, I've always wanted brown eyes. Brown eyes would suit me more. i tousled my hair in frustration and brushed my teeth. Stockholm syndrome by one direction began to play, the music coming from my phone. I rushed over to my phone and looked at the caller ID. Which was Unknown. I picked up my courage and decided to answer.

"Hello?"I breathed.

"Hi Emily."A familiar chuckle came from the over line. I knew that chuckle.

"Ashton? How'd you get my number? I don't remember giving it to you."

"Well Emily, I asked Imogen and she gave it to me without hesitating. And well, I wanted to call you to see how you're doing."His voice was all raspy, I tried my hardest not not to squeal.

"Oh yeah...I'm fine, just tired. Today was fun, like I never get to do stuff after college." I bit my lip and smiled.

He let out a small laugh "well I'm glad you had fun with us today Emily. I'll let you go to bed then since you're tired. But I was just wondering if you want a lift to college tomorrow?"

I felt my stomach flutter, and my heartbeat speed up. "Um if you don't mind, like you don't have to I can walk."

"Emily don't be silly, it's fucking freezing outside! And it would be my pleasure to take you tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 8:30?"

"Yeah 8:30 is perfect." I noticed that I was playing with my hair and instantly stopped.

"I'll see you tomorrow Emily, bye." The line went dead.

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