Lost (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 3 Familiar

Ashley's p.o.v.

How could Demi possibly know who I am? I mean I couldnt be that popular. The blonde girl with curls and brown eyes. With an attitude of course. Almost everyone at this school knows me but when you are here for the first day? That seems unlikeable.

When the bell rang and Demi immediately ran away, I realised it was lunch time. Im so hungry, I havent had breakfast this morning because I was in a hurry. I didnt notice me stomache growl until now. Must have been distracted by Demi I thought.

Finally I stood up and walked to the cafeteria. On the way to the cafeteria many people greeted me and asked how I was. I finally got my plate with food when I saw Demi. I asked the lunch lady if I could have another plate. She handed me one and I walked towards Demi, who was standing in the line.

'Here' I said while handing the plate to Demi. I could sit at the table with Drew and my other friends but I really want to know how Demi knew my name.

She looked surprise and said 'Really'?

When she saw I was serious, she thanked me and told me that she think it was sweet. To be honest I didnt feel like inviting Demi to the table where my friends were sitting. No offense but they will make comments and make fun of me. That would be really awkward and I want to talk to Demi on my own.

Her green eyes were looking at me, one eyebrow raised. Like she was about to ask me something. 'What?' I asked. 'I asked you where do you want to sit?' she said.

So she did ask me something. I shrugged, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to an empty table. The touch felt nice she has a really soft skin. Arrived at the table she sat on the opposite. There was an awkward silence at first but Demi opened her mouth 'Its really nice you gave me food. I mean Im new here and I dont know the people here so thank you' she smiled.

'You're welcome Demi, I can see you are a nice person. But can I ask you something?'

Demi replied with a quick sure so I asked 'How do you know my name?' Demi started laughing,' oh my god you really dont remember do you?' I was so confused. 'What should I remember?'

Demi stopped laughing when she noticed I was being serious. 'Ashley, you and I were going to the same primary school.

After school we were in the same soccer team. So you could say I know you and to be honest with you, it kinda hurts that you dont remember me'. My mouth dropped open, her beautiful green eyes still looking at me. This morning the name Demi Night did sound familiar. And she wouldnt be the girl who lied to me, would she? I was in deep thoughts when Demi spoke up 'Ashley it is okay, and I can show you some pictures of us when we were little so you could believe me. I mean if you want'.  

'Of course but I have detention, the thought of detention ruined my mood though.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. Demi couldnt be back yet so I turned around. Something I shouldnt have done. 'Well Ash, you call me a slut but after 2 days since our break up and you already have a new girl I guess thats hypocritic to say'.

'Hello to you too Karen, why cant you leave me alone? And this isnt what it looks like, Demi is an old friend from primary school'. I wasnt really lying to but Karen doesnt have to know everything. Karen scoffed 'I saw the way you were looking at her you used to look at me the same way'.

I couldnt believe it so my voice raised a bit  'I dont know what you are talking about, she is pretty you cant avoid that but we, you and me, are done because of your mistakes. So face them and leave me alone'.

Karen looked surprised and said 'I am really sorry about it and Im trying to move on to forget about you but it is hard. I dont want you to be mad at me but can we please be friends? We have gone through a lot together you cant just walk out of my life'.

I didnt say anything for a while just looked at her, I could tell she was hurt but should she be the one who feels hurt? 'I guess we can be friends. But just friends

She pulled me in for a quick hug and smiled when she let me go.

I actually felt relieved about this conversation. I had to talk to her sooner or later and now it was done. This was one kind of a lunchbreak.