- Ashton's POV
She was one big mystery. One goddamn jigsaw puzzle that gets harder every time you get another new piece.
I don't know why I kissed her. I was glad I did though. Her lips felt heavenly against mine, for once she didn't seem so shy and closed off. Plus she smiled, for once in God knows how long, she smiled. And somehow I can tell it was real, full of appreciation and joy.
Finally done being in love with that kid from school? That confused me. I know she's single, she has to be. I'm certain she is. So maybe she wasn't over her high school crush? Was he still in the picture? Does she talk to him? Is that why she is the way she is? It was mind boggling.
3 days after we hung out I texted her 5 times. She replied once. I kept saying hi or hello or what's up and the last text I sent was something along the lines of 'I don't know where we stand but I know where we stood.' Her only response was 'sorry'. What did that mean? What did she mean? Why am I trying so goddamn hard?
It's not my responsibility to get to know her and be her friend. It's not my job to make sure she's okay. I shouldn't be thinking about her the way I do, but I do. She, without even trying, started to be a star in my life and sure she wasn't constantly in it, she sure as hell was the brightest.
And I've told myself while being alone for a few days to just stop trying. What's the point anyways? But that's the thing, do we always need a point to do something? Why can't we just do it without being asked why.
My head hurt every night I fell asleep because I kept thinking over and over again and arguing with myself, at the end of the day: I'd just say it was worth it, still is.
I want to know her inside and out. I want to read her like a book because why the hell not. And yeah, maybe I did kind of like her, that was another reason to try.
I know we will never be a couple but I want her as a friend, but I keep thinking more of her. How her lips felt, how her smile looks, the warmth that radiates off her body. I'm to trying myself I really am.
And even as I stare at this blonde chic I met a day ago, all I'm thinking about is Kat.
