Chapter 25
“I want everyone to read the yellow wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins. Then in a brief pasage explain what you’ve learnt. I want this by tomorrow.” Miss Fernandez states in a stern voice then dismisses the clas right after the bell rings.
I made a mental note to head to the school’s library before going home. Sighing, I place the books inside my bag, zipping it up while looking at the clock.
“What a loser.” A girl whispered to her friend while they giggled at me. I lowered my head and slung the bag straps over my shoulder.
Even though dad had come early to speak to the principal today, some of the students still thought it was funny to call me names. Though the principal warned them about getting suspended some thought it was a pointless threat.
I move towards the door, not caring that I brushed pa*s others to get out first. I hear their protest and nasty remarks but I was determined to not let them get to me anymore.
I got out of the cla*sroom and headed over to my locker. I spot my brother waiting beside it, hands in his pockets as he leaned his head on the cold blue metal with eyes closed.
I rolled my eyes and purposely knocked the locker loud enough to have him jolt. “What’s wrong sleeping beauty?” I teased. This was the first joke I managed to make today.
I was not exactly in the best mood, not when Blake was still avoiding me like the plague. That surely didn’t go unnoticed by everyone. This made the rumors worse especially when everyone saw Stacy cozying up with Blake at lunch.
The sight had revolted me so much that I went to have lunch outside. It made me realize that Blake had probably lied to me yesterday about breaking up with her.
Sure they weren’t kissing but they didn’t look like they weren’t a couple either. I felt a hot boiling rage of jealousy just by thinking about them together.
I should’ve hated him for that, I should never want him to touch me again. But all I can think about is his lips, the way he kissed me like I was his drug. The way he looked like he was in ecstasy as he ate me up like a starved man.
“Earth to Ashley.” Arden says snapping his fingers in my face. I shake my head and snap back to reality. Seeing my brother’s annoyed blue eyes has me mentally smirking from irritating him.
“Jeez what the hell were you thinking about?” Arden questions.
“How I’d love to not have to see your face everyday.” I joked slamming the locker.
“Ha ha very funny.” He says boredly.
“I have something to research for cla*s tomorrow, I’ll meet you home.” I said putting the last book in my bag. I had a ton of homework tonight and I really didn’t want to slack off.
“Wait you’re not coming? But how will you be able to get home?” Arden asks in confusion. I look up to see his brows furrowed and lips pulled down in a frown.
I shake my head, zipping the bag. “No I’m not, tell Ryan to not wait up for me. I’ll take the bus. I won’t be long I promise. And tell dad I’ll be home soon and yes I know I’m still grounded but it’s for school.”
“Try explaining that to our old man yourself. Dad will not be pleased Ashley and I don’t want to leave you here alone.” He says in concern. I sighed.
“Arden I’m just going to look through a book, I won’t be long. Nothing’s going to happen. By the way, it’s my job to be protective not the other way around.” I said softly.
He looked like he was contemplating before nodding. “Okay fine but make sure you’re home by four.” He says sternly.
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