Ashley

Ronnie's POV

I just lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was so fucking confused. I groaned and turned my head. Dammit. Had I ever felt this way before? I thought back to all the girls I'd fucked before. Nope. Not one had made me feel this way. But was this feeling a good thing?

I liked Ashley. She liked me back, I'm almost positive. But I couldn't stand talking to her, because it sent more confusion through me. This was going great. I groaned again.

"Keep it down in there, Jacky," Michael shouted.

I rolled my eyes, then closed them. What was I going to do? Eventually, I fell asleep.

The next day

I trudged my way to my locker, knowing Ashley would be there, waiting. I sighed, and looked up. But then my eyes squinted. She wasn't there. I blinked a couple of times, and turned in a full circle. No Ashley.

"Chasing your tail?" Max asked, suddenly appearing by me.

I jumped. Then shook my head. "Where's Ashley?" I asked.

"She's sick," he replied.

I nodded once. For some reason, that bothered me. I shrugged it off, but not completely. I had no idea why, but for some reason, I didn't believe him. Why? Why was I not trusting Max? He was a really nice guy. All these questions, plus others about Ashley, pounded through my brain. All of a sudden; I think I was walking from history to gym; I threw my books on the floor and shouted, "FUCK!"

Everyone else in the halls stopped, and stared at me silently. "Mr. Radke," said Ms. Smithson quietly. "Go to the principals office now."