Title:Marshall Daniel's Boarding School For Girls - (Chapter: Chapter 48 Sage)
Author:stix04 [ Send a Private Message ]
Copyright:July 2, 2009
Content Rating:R
Disclaimer:I don't own anything SON
Author's Note:Thanks for reading and commenting. I hope you enjoy
Summary:Phase two just got a lot more interesting
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To be honest, the last thirty-seven hours have been painfully horrific. I have not touched, kissed, smiled, held, or spoke to Ashley in last thirty-seven hours. That isn't including when she dumped me or when I threw myself at her.
Gage, Jess, and I spent most of last night in the hole coming up with different ways to make Ashley understand how amazing she is and different ways I can get her back. Or try to anyway.
The worst part...the terribliest worsest most unbearably horribliest part was walking back into my dorm room to see Ashley fast asleep in her old bed. Not in my bed- not in our bed. Despite knowing that Ashley has only dumped me because of her own insecurities and that she does love me in spite of dumping me...I couldn't hold back my tears.
I immediately left the room and took off down the long hallways of the school, holding in my tears until I hit the crisp Vermont air. Once I reached the grounds, however, I sobbed openly, shaking hard, and shivering from the cold.
I wrapped my arms tightly around my body as I blindly ambled around the large campus with tears streaming down my face. I knew, in that moment she ended it, that it would be hard not being with her. But that- seeing her in her old bed, knowing that I wouldn't be falling asleep in her arms, not waking up to her smile and roaming hands...my heart- I felt as though a heavy weight has taken its place. No, scratch that- nothing is in its place.
I quickly swiped at my tears and tried to control my panicky breathing as I took yet another lap around the deserted soccer field.
Janitor Amie: "You lost?" I heard grunted from a few feet away in the shadows.
Spencer: "Who's there?" I asked, surprised and a little nervous. I watched as Janitor Amie sauntered out from behind a shed next to the school. She was wearing her usual stone-washed jeans and dirty flannel shirt. "Oh, um, hi Janitor Amie." I mumbled as I ducked my head shyly.
Janitor Amie: "You lost?" She repeated again as she drew nearer. I just shrugged my response as I tried to hide my tears. "It's late." She grumbled back.
Spencer: "Then why are you working?" I croaked out as I motioned to the trash bag in her hand.
Janitor Amie: "No one else will do it." I heard the bitterness in her tone.
Spencer: "Sorry." She shrugs off my apology. "Why don't you get more help?" There's something comforting about Janitor Amie. She doesn't talk much, she keeps to herself, and her reputation is more than intimidating. I reviewed what little knowledge of the woman I had: She had Ashley's car towed and dumped her trash from a night of drinking in the backseat. She poured animal blood in Gage's locker after a messy fight Gage had but didn't clean up after. And she glued every one of Sara and Kelly's sex toys together. No, not a woman you trifle with. With this information, I treaded lightly. She actually kind of reminds me of Gage- you know, if Gage was like, old, and unattractive, and poor or something.
Janitor Amie: "Why, you want a job?" She almost laughed out.
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