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    Chemicals React – (Chapter: 12. A Date)

    “Spence, I have to go. I’ll text you. Thanks for
    coming” she said quickly pulling Tracey away
    “o…okay” she replied still trying to comprehend what
    happened.

    She watched as Ashley disappeared off into the crowd
    wishing now that she would have hugged her when she got the
    chance. It seemed like Ash was mad at her, she hoped she
    didn’t do anything to upset her.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Spencer walked into her class, she didn’t see Ashley at
    all in the café for lunch and she hadn’t talked to her
    since the night before in the lobby of the auditorium after
    her show. She was nervous that Ashley actually was mad at
    her, and when she walked into class it was confirmed that
    she was.

    The brunette was sitting in between two boys in the row,
    she didn’t even want to sit next to her. Spencer walked
    passed her and took her normal seat, not even so much as
    glancing at Ash.

    Ashley tried to get her attention but the blonde kept her
    gaze straight ahead. All of a sudden a white piece of paper
    flew past her face, coming from the direction of Ashley’s
    seat, she glanced her way and the brunette pointed to the
    note and mouthed “Read it”

    Spencer sighed and picked up the note to read it.

    Hi, sorry I got to class and this kid was sitting in my
    seat and he would not
    move for anything, what’s wrong?

    Spencer took out her pen and began to write back.

    Oh, it’s alright, I thought you were mad at me, I
    haven’t talked to you since whatever happened last night
    and I didn’t know what I did. I’m sorry if you are mad
    at me. And why are we passing notes like we’re in 7th
    grade?

    The blonde threw the paper back at her.

    OMG, no I’m not mad at you, I could never be mad at you
    besides you did nothing wrong, I’ll explain later and
    sorry for not calling you, I had to delete your number out
    of my phone and I have a bad memory… forgive me? You can
    text me now if you want so we don’t get caught and the
    teacher has to read this note in front of the class haha

    Comments

    1. Thanks for getting another post up. I’m loving this story and the writings great, really natural….finding myself in a similar situation…hoping it goes as well as this story seems to be!

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