Ashley‘s pov
Blake looked confused, she smiles and her eyes dance with happiness. “It‘s me, Christal. We went to school together before I moved when we were in sixth grade. I just moved back actually,” she laughs.
Blake brows furrowed and his blue eyes scan her form. She dressed pleasant unlike me who still had sweats and Blake‘s huge shirt on.
Then his eyes stopped on her features and his eyes widened in realization. My stomach does uncomfortable somersaults and my heart clenches. “Christal White?” He questions with a smile on his face.
1 swallowed the bitter tang of jealousy. Christal had been in our class until she moved away in the last term in sixth grade. She was what you‘d call the perfect girl, polite, beautiful and knew how to get what she wants. Far from how I am.
And it didn‘t come to anyone‘s surprise when Blake started to have a crush on her. He‘d blush when she was around and would stutter when she spoke to him.
He‘d try his best to make her like him back. He would pick his mother‘s flowers, beg his parents for chocolate to give to her. He thought she was his princess. Until she moved and I had to put the pieces back together. She left him shattered when she moved without saying goodbye. And I was there for him both Ryan and I. So you can imagine how jealous and angry I felt when he literally said her full name, smiled at her the way he used to in sixth grade.
He remembered her but not me. I blinked back the familiar sting of incoming tears.
She nods, her eyes portraying how happy she felt that Blake remembered her. “Yes that‘s me, how‘s Ryan? The last time I saw him he had braces on.” She laughed.
“Did you manage to get his parents to name him Austin instead?” She giggled and then her warm brown eyes fell on me and she smiled. Her perfect white teeth on display.
“And is this Ashley? Your messy hair gave it away.” She giggles. 5
I furrowed my brow, reaching up and raked my fingers through my loose curly untamed hair. Was this meant as an insult?
“Well.”
I cut in, my tone blunt and emotionless. “Blake has amnesia so he won‘t be able to answer all your questions. I‘m surprised he remembers you since you left him without saying goodbye.” 1 Was I acting like a bitch? Yes. Did I care? Not one bit. Her brown eyes widen and she snaps them to Blake who looks uncomfortable. “Oh I’m so sorry, how did this happen?”
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Mlake darts his eyes away from her and scratches the back of his head “Rot shot at the back of my head trying to save attend “lle animits dropping his hands and wraps hin fingers around the coolmetal of the cant
Her brown eyes sadilen “oh I‘m so sorry this happened to you. I‘m happy you‘re recovering” She asked, scanning her eyes over his tall muscular form He nods and turns to me and smiles.” Yes I am, Ashley has been taking good care of me Don‘t know how I would‘ve done it without her.”
I lace Christal and I watch with satisfaction when her brown eyes drop down to stare at Blake‘s hand more specifically the ring wrapped around his finger: Her eyes widen in shock. “You‘re married!” She gasps.
Now my lips split into a smile, one so cocky that I was ashamed I was acting this way. I was about to answer but Blake answered before I could He reaches over to grasp my hand that showed off my wedding ring and lifts it to show it to Christal who looked even more surprised. “Yes I am, apparently I put a ring on her. You know, claiming her before anyone else could.” He joked but there‘s seriousness hidden in the depths of his voice. 1
Christal smiles but there‘s no fakeness, nothing portraying that she did not like the news. She was always perfect, I guess she stayed that way. “I‘m happy for you both, you guys were literally joined by the hip. I actually shouldn‘t be surprised at all.” She finally says with a twinkle of mirth in her eyes,
She lifts her hand to tuck some hair behind her ear and looked at Blake shyly, “About a few hours ago. Actually I‘m now living on my own and I seem to forget a lot of things around here including stuffing my fridge.” She laughs and Blake joins her. “Join the club, unfortunately I also forgot a lot of things.” He points at his head and chuckles, squeezing my hand subconsciously.
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