Chapter 6-1

Chapter 6- You're lucky I'm wearing a bra • • • The next day was zooming by ridiculously fast. It was almost like the more I wished for it to slow down, the faster and closer it got to biology. I dreaded sitting next to that jerk and having to converse with him. I felt the all-too-familiar feeling of fear and despair squeeze at my insides as I made my way to biology. Scarlett wasn't in school that day, so I had virtually no moral support besides Savanah- who had class on the opposite end of the building. I hadn't noticed my location until I was already walking through the door. I tenderly sat down at my desk and awaited his presence. I heard the chair next to me squeak against the floor, and smelt the pleasant smell of Ashton's (probably extremely expensive) cologne. "Today at four... go to Eli's house to work on the project," he said stiffly. "Um, okay...?" I shot him a strange look. "Kevin and George are going, too. They can work on theirs." "Did they get assigned to each other for this project?" I asked. "No. It's different." "Huh?" I asked, and he turned to me with an annoyed look on his face. "They don't take this class. It's a different project," he answered like I was stupid. I rolled my eyes. "How was I supposed to know that? Asshat," I muttered and he took out his notebook, apparently done with this conversation. "You're a really bad conversationalist, you know that?" I said to him. "You're so dry." "And you're so annoying." He still wasn't looking at me. "Said the boy who spilt Gatorade on my white shirt," I took out my own notebook. "At least I know how to walk," he mumbled. "At least I'm not an arrogant prick," I retorted, and he was about to say something back but stopped himself, letting out an aggravated sigh. I win, I thought. Mr. Gletzo walked in and reminded us that we would have no more class time to work on the project. Bio had never gone by slower. I stared at the clock, waiting anxiously for him to dismissed us. As soon as the bell rang, I turned to look at Ashton. "Where does Eli live?" I asked him. "5 Memorial Lane," He said and walked away. Five memorial lane??? I had to pass by that street on my way to the supermarket. I would always glance down the street and become paralyzed from the neck down as I stared in awe at the beautiful mansions. I hadn't noticed that he had left until he already was out of room. When I opened the door, I dropped my bag and plopped down on the couch. I checked my phone- it was 3-ish. I had about an hour to get ready, which was more than enough time. I dragged myself off of the couch and went upstairs. I closed my door and opened my closet. It took me about 10 minutes, but I finally decided on leggings, and an over-sized sweatshirt. What? I felt like being comfortable! I brushed my hair and pulled it up into a high pony tail. After I washed my face and reapplied my mascara, I received a call from Scarlett. "Hello?" I answered. "Hey!! Sorry I was out today, did you walk into any more hot guys?" "For the last time, he walked into me. And no, I didn't," I said and she chuckled at my stubbornness. "Anyway... Do you maybe wanna hang out at 4:30 ish and see that new movie we wanted to see?" She asked. "Actually I'm meeting Ashton at f-" "OH MY EFFING GOD WHAT?!" She cut me off. "I have to go to Eli's at four to work on a project with Ashton," I finished and held back a giggle at her response. It sounded like she was hyperventilating. "Okay. I'm on my way," she said and hung up the phone. Huh? Less than 5 minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it for a very frantic Scarlet. She walked right in and up to my room. When I walked in she looked me up and down, then looked at me like I had three heads. "What the hell are you wearing?" she said and headed over to my closet. "Comfy clothes," I replied and sat on my bed. In just matter of seconds, she had already picked out about five outfits. She chose jewelry that went nicely with each one then made me try each one on. Most of the outfits consisted of cute sundresses or shorts.