Chapter Thirteen

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Sylvia stormed up to us and punched
me in the face.
"Ow!" I grabbed my nose.
"What the hell Sylvia!" She just grabbed Dallas and pulled him away from me. "Stop Syl I'm making sure she's okay."
"Yes because that's all you care about! She's more important to you than me! Screw you bitch!" I walked up to her and punched her. Dallas pulled me off her. Sylvia stormed out of Buck's. Dally brought me up to his room and took care of my nose.
"Hey Dal?"
"Yes princess?" I giggled and he smirked then laughed.
"I need advice and your opinion." He nodded for me to continue. "Well that boy Jackson asked me out on a date. Do you like him?" He looked devastated. He hesitated.
"Yeah he's a nice boy Ash. You should go." He gave me almost a sad smile. I nodded and pushed his hair back one more time.
"Thanks Dal. I will." I was kind of hoping he would say no. I was wishing he wanted to be with me. But he was with Sylvia.

(Dallas's POV)
"Hey Dal?" She asked me.
"Yes princess?" I could tell she liked the name because she giggled. Her giggle was adorable. I let out a little laugh.
"I need advice and your opinion." I signaled her to keep going. "Well that boy Jackson asked me out on a date. Do you like him?"
This isn't what I expected. I felt a dagger in my heart. For the first time since my mother died, I wanted to cry. Why does Ash affect me this way. I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to say no, and tell her how I wanted to be the one to hold her, I wanted to kiss her and hug her, and be the one who makes her laugh so hard she cries!
But because of Sylvia, I couldn't. Sylvia was capable of anything. And Ashely didn't deserve to be scared of walking out a door. I made a plan in my head of how to get rid of Sylvia. I snapped back into reality.
"He's a nice boy Ash. You should go." I managed to say it. I tried my best to smile.
She moved my hair back, her playing with my hair was the most amazing feeling in the world.
"Thanks Dal. I will." She got up and walked out. I don't know why, but once she left I sobbed and sobbed.

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