On a taxi

I am going to barf.  I swear.  It was like I was picking her up for our first date again.  Clay had so generously provided me with the school Spencer was going to.  He told me she Spencer wasn’t allowed to talk or even mention my name.  She did it once and didn’t go online for a whole week.  He also helped me keep it a secret so I could surprise her, and Mr. C.  I knew Mr. C was straining to get enough money.  He was trying so hard to get her home.  This guy has GOT to learn how to drive.  I swear I am going to hurl in his car.  I watched everything zip pass my window, but I didn’t register anything.  All I could think about was a certain blonde.  Images of her, the time we spent together played over and over again in my head.  The way she smiled, the sounds of her laughter.  God she had missed this girl so much.  The car stopped and Ashley looked around realizing she was at the school.  Paying the driver she stepped out and towards the office.

Office

“Hi, sorry.” She noticed the secretary had been busy typing, “ Do you know what class Spencer Carlin is having right now?”

“Oh sure.”  The secretary typed into the computer sitting in front of her.  “Ummm, yes, she had English in room 103 right now.”

“Thank you!”

Ashley smiled.  This was it.  She had basically been wishing for this, well for weeks.  I started sprinting down the hallways, rooms whizzing by me.  My heart fluttered at the thought that was could be seconds away form seeing her.  103.

I peeked through the window, breathing heavily.  There she was, my smile spread.  She was looking away from the door and out the window.  I felt like I could melt from how warm and fuzzy just seeing her made me feel.  I knew my smile was now scary because it was so wide.  But she was a mere few meters away from me.  I just stood there, watching the wind through the window flow through her beautiful golden locks.  I saw a faint reflection of her beautifully God-carven face.  Those sparkling blue eyes.  Finally I saw her head jerk lightly.  She was going to turn around.  I looked down for a second, pushing my lips together as to not scare her with my smile.  No with my lips pressed together I had only a small faint trace of my smile.  She turned around.  There it was.  That face.  That beautiful face.  Our eyes connected, brown with blue.  I read her lips, “Ashley?”  She questioned as if she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her.  I simply smiled the best I could mouthing, “Hi.”  And giving her a small wave.  Ashley watched as Spencer’s head jerked to the front of the class.  Damn, the teacher is probably asking her why she’s not paying attention.  Ashley watched at Spencer crumbled under the teacher’s questioning.  She knew the blonde, she didn’t like disrespecting teachers.  But the brunette had no problem doing so.