Max wasn’t much of a talker and I didn’t feel like talking at all. We finally made our way out of the car and towards the back of the school where you could already hear a couple of people and music playing.
Max and I both handed our tickets in and went to take our picture…again. We sat at this table close to the tiki bar and just talked for a little. Soon it was about 9:30. Max had separated from me to go with his boyfriend. I still haven’t seen Ashley and I’m bored out of my mind. The rhythms of some song are playing in the back ground and I’m bobbing my head to the beat as I watch boys and girls, girls and girls, and boys and boys grinding up on each other.
I get up from my chair and start heading towards the bathroom to fix myself up. As I was walking I couldn’t help but feel like I was being followed. It was kind of creepy. I shook off the feeling and just kept walking. All of the sudden I feel someone grab my wrist and I turned around ready to attack.
Spencer: Ashley? (My fists were up and she laughed.)
Ashley: Yes rocky?
Spencer: (I gave her a nasty look.) Ha very funny.
Ashley: I can see that you are still mad at me then. (I gave her a look and started to walk away.) Spencer! (She grabbed onto my wrist again)
Spencer: Ashley let go!
Ashley: NOOOOO! (She grabbed me tighter and smashed our bodies together.)
Spencer: Geez Ashley what the fuck is your problem.
Ashley: Jesus Carlin are you that fucking clueless? (I stopped fidgeting and just looked at her.)
Spencer: What Ashley? What am I missing here? (I sigh out)
Ashley: Today? I wasn’t expecting that. I thought… I just… I… (She stutters some more before I cut her off)
Spencer: Will you spit it out already!
Ashley: Fine! I JUST GOT OVER YOU! (She spit out)
We stood in silence for about five minutes. Did she just say she just got over me? What the fuck Spencer? If she just got over me she had to have liked me at some point. Where the fuck was I when this was happening? How the hell did I not see this? I could’ve been with her this whole time and now…now she’s over me. WHAT THE FUCK MAN! This is just my luck.
Ashley’s looking at me. Trying to read what I’m thinking. It must have be written in clear red print on my forehead because she cupped my cheek gently and moved in to kiss me. Thank you God maybe I am somewhat lucky. Our lips softly met and I felt a jolt in my stomach. Forget somewhat I’m currently the luckiest person on this damn planet and whatever’s beyond it.
She grabbed the back of my neck and I laced my hands in her curls. Neither one of us has pulled away from the kiss not even to breathe.
