The Jock & I

T w e l v e

If the drive home saddled in the back seat of my mom's car between an overly pissed off Amber who by now was in desperate need of a shower, and Sam humming along to every song she heard on the radio wasn't bad enough, I had Seth glaring at me from the rear veiw mirror, still clearly upset with me.

Ashton had decided to travel home in my dad's car, and I could only imagine how awkward there car ride must be at this very moment.

My dad was probably boring him with one of his "back in the day speeches,"
another thing to add to my list of ways to be embarrassed in front of Ashton Mayfield because believe it or not just my short time here in New York already proved to me that there were many.

My mom didn't really say much on the drive home, probablly due to being exhausted.

My poor mom spent the whole day setting up place settings and preparing, trying to make this dinner party impressive, when the only good it did was land us a trip to the hospital nearly 40 minutes away from our apartment.

What if I were encountering a near death experience?

40 minutes to get to the hospital?

By the time the ambulances would have gotten me there I probably would be pronounced dead on the scene.

Okay maybe not the best scenario to be thinking about but i'm just speaking hypothetically here.

But even with this agonizing car ride, the only thing that was truly bothering me was the thought of having to "talk" to Ashton that lay in the back of my mind.

What did he want to talk about anyways?

I hoped that whenever this talk occured, it would be far away from Seth, because the thought of him lunging at Ashton and ripping his throat out, wasn't a pleasant one.

I missed the way the trees rolled by past the car window, when looking out the window served a purpose.

Now it was billboard signs for broadway shows I cared so little about, and the bright lights of huge department stores that were opened way to late at night and served no purpose to me.

When the car rolled to a stop, mom pulled it into the driveway, leaving dad to park on the street, Amber nearly jumped out of the car, clearly excited to finally get out and Sam took her time making sure not to put a crease in her new dress, one of the many things she bought on her shopping spree.

Seth held the back seat car door opened for me and offered to help me out of the car, extending a hand for me to grab ahold of, but I shooed him off and told him I was fine, stepping out of the car and heading past him straight for the lobby doors without really even bothering to say thank you, I mean do you blame me?

He practically ripped my head off about talking to Ashton, and what was it any of his business who I associated myself with?

"You're going to talk to him aren't you?"

Seth called as I began to walk away, stating a rhetorical question that he already knew the answer too.

"Yes Seth I am. We're friends. That's what friends do."

I called turning my head slighty over my shoulder before turning back to face front again and stepping inside the lobby with the help up my dad who was waiting by the entrance holding open the heavy glass door with great strength.

"Thanks dad."

I stated offering him a smile before stepping inside.

I noticed Ashton sitting on the sofa located in the lobby, arms folded agaisnt his chest.