“I’m not going.” I said.
She turned to me, a look of anger was in her eyes.
“Go.” She said plainly.
I walked away. I heard her parents talking to her talking not yelling. I barely heard anything, except I knew that Ashley was mad at me. I clenched my teeth together, then spat blood. I wiped the rest off my face, went straight home sat in my room on the swivel chair near my desk. I didn’t move, all night. Only did move when it was time for school. A couple of days past, I passed her in the hall. I couldn’t help but make eye contact, but it only hurt more. I still had bruizes on my face so I caught people’s eye, alot. At the end of the day, I went straight home sat in my room on the swivel chair near my desk.
One Week Later
I passed her in the hallway again, she didn’t look, I did.
“Are you going to dump me or not?” I asked.
She froze.
“I know you want it to work as much as I do.” I said.
She turned around.