The Fat Girl and The Bet

Chapter 29

Ashlyn's pov 

My back ached, my neck feeling stiff as I sluggishly walked to school in the cool weather. Its Halloween after all. Last night, I couldn't sleep. I just stared at the ceiling blankly for hours, unable to sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about how  things ended at the dance for the past week.

 To say that things changed after Homecoming was an understatement. A really big understatement.

Everyone had said that me and Aspen were dating because he had brought me to Homecoming, but he quickly set those rumors straight, stating that he would have done it for any girl who didn't have a date. 

Me and Aspen  are still the same. I still kinda avoid him at school since  we have classes together. 

I've been avoiding Cameron and especially Vincent. 

Vincent texts me at random times throughout the day to say things that make me laugh.

Most of the time, they work.

Since the dance, I feel like there is this understanding between me and Vincent.  He was there for me when everyone was laughing at me. He danced with me in the pouring rain all because I had told him that I never got a dance.

It was nice for once to have some there for me. 

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I couldn't stay awake any longer, the second I sat down in math, my head hit the table and my eyes fluttered shut. I had tried so hard, to not fall asleep in class. I had tried so hard to avoid Aspen. I sigh, breathing heavily out of my nose as I wrap my arms around my head, darkness surrounding me. I was about to doze off, but a snicker rang through the room with an echo as the creaky door swung open.

"Man, that party was slamming! I can't believe you missed it!" A familiar voice exclaimed, making my eyes snap open only to be enveloped in darkness. I knew it was Aspen's friend, Vincent , by the honey sweet tone and deep voice. It was like the melody of my favorite music playing in my ears. "Yeah," another voice sighs heavily, a voice I had grown accustom to hate. 

"So... Why did you miss it?" I hear the squeaking and screeching of chairs against the floor making me inwardly cringe as I hear Vincent's genuinely disappointed tone. 

"Well... It's a really stupid reason."Aspen snorts, and I could swear I felt him burn holes in the back of my head, even if it was covered with my arms. It was like he knew I was ease dropping... Doesn't it look like I'm sleeping or something?  

"Oh? Tell me?" I could already see Vincents's eye brows raised in curiosity, as they began to sit down. "Hm, well, it's actually quite funny..." He started, clearing his throat annoyingly  before continuing. I tried to not pay attention to them, but my ears had other intentions. 

"You see.. I met up with this.. Bitchy fat chick, and she kept begging me to do the sleep with her, but she was so hurt by my rejection that she tried to kiss me, and I refused. She was a horrible kisser.  I got really annoyed and just went home, deciding to skip the party." Aspen explained, with extra exaggeration to make it seem dramatic.

Poor girl, she had to be rejected by him, but I don't see why he would reject any girl who would sleep with him, he was Mr. desperate after all. His story had some kind of a twist to it... Something was just off by his voice, it sounded kind of sarcastic, a little lie of some sort.

"Really? Who's this desperate girl?" Vincent asked, his voice laced with amusement and pure curiosity. I shrug mentally and cuddle my head into my arm, my eyes closing once again so I could rest for a few minutes. I didn't really care what they were chatting about, its not like I'm that girl or something. But suddenly, the words that next came out of Aspen's mouth made me freeze in disbelief.

"Ashlyn Summers."

I was too shocked to move, my body was stiff, but that didn't stop my blood from boiling. 

That lying asshole! 

I can't believe he just told Vincent, that I was some kind of desperate slut! He's going to pay. He'll wish he had never crossed paths with me, I will attempt my promise of making his life a living hell. He sure deserved it. I had a feeling he staged this, or did it to make me mad on purpose... But he certainly did a good job at that, didn't he?

I flung around in desk, my hair wiping in the air as I shot Aspen  a deadly, murderous glare, tension rising in the room fast as Vincent  stared at me with wide eyes.

 " Your such a fucking liar. Who would ever want to sleep, with you? I for one, wouldn't. I won't ever take back my words because they're true. I hate and despise every ridiculous word that comes out of your perverted mouth." I chuckle bitterly, slipping out of the desk I was sitting at, to stand, quickly collecting my books and back pack.  I walk out the classroom without letting him reply to my outburst.

I was done, so freaking done with him.

He was trying to  go out and try to ruin me, and my reputation? That's just shallow, even for him. Seems like Aspen might get what he wants after all. The thought of me ever falling for him sounds insanely bizarre, that possibility would never happen. But, just maybe I could play along with his stupid game of cat and mouse and prove to him that's he isn't all of that.

 That would take a huge blow to his ego. It may be a little cruel or mean, but that's what he's trying to do to me.

Two can play that game...
 

Bring it on Aspen.