to top it alllll freaking off, I had to still look pretty and seduce my EX girlfriend all while trying on bridesmaid dresses with Sara of all people! Happy, optimistic, energy-filled, Sara! Who is hopped up on getting-married pills! She is insufferable! We've been in the dress shop for twenty minutes and eighteen of those minutes she's been in the dressing room having sex with Kelly.
Gage actually had to pay the owner to close down the store, because they're not having quiet, secret sex, oh no, they're having loud, screaming-out-each other's names-sex that is involving what I'm guessing are animal noises and some verses from Let's Get it On.
So I'm sitting here, on a pink fluffy ottoman, trying to look refreshed, trying to look as though I hadn't been Janitor Amie's bitch two hours in the morning and three hours earlier tonight after I spent twelve hours in classes. I'm trying not to look exhausted, miserable, and heartbroken. I'm trying to look though I'm not a mess to be sitting across from MY Ashley without being able to touch her. I'm trying to look as though I'm irresistible.
I'm wearing tight jeans that show off my long legs and ass (that feel tighter than they look). I'm wearing the blue sweater Ashley loves on me that I suddenly feel is the most unsexy thing in the world. And I'm trying not to notice that Ashley looks exhausted, like she's spent the last thirty-seven hours crying, and just as miserable, if not more miserable, than me. But she somehow manages to still be the most breathtakingly, gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on. I have to act like our friends aren't a few feet away having loud sex that is making the four of us very uncomfortable, especially since Ashley and I aren't together and she won't even look at me. No, I have to pretend that I'm completely immune to everything: to get her back.
Gage: "So, should we, like, look around?" Is muttered beside me as my eyes scan the store.
Jessica: "Um...sure. I guess we can start pulling blue dressing to try on...that's what Sara wants, right, blue?"
Gage: "Yep, it's her favorite color." They both push off their seats before striding over to the many racks of dresses. A very red and embarrassed sales assistant joins them and starts helping their search, leaving me and Ashley alone.
I want to talk to her, I want to try and get some sense into that thick head of hers; but I've discussed it with my friends and we all agreed that, that isn't the way to go with Ashley.
Ashley doesn't want me to "have to chose" between her and my family. She thinks Ohio is what I want so she's breaking up with me so I can go live in a place I have no desire to be. Seriously, would you move back there?! Especially since half of the seniors at King High believe I'm the reason their futures are screwed up...yeah, not going back there!
But since Ashley is always pushed aside for someone or something else, she's use to believing that she will be left. So, I go against every particle in my body, stand and join Gage and Jess. I manically flip through dress after dress as I watch Ashley from the corner of my eye; she looks miserable. She's just sitting there on her pink, fluffy ottoman like a little lost girl.
Jessica: "Wow, she looks like shit, Spencer." With my eyes on Ashley I just nod in agreement.
Gage: "This is the first time I've seen her close up since Ohio...she really does look like hell." Ashley was again absent from P.E. today, no surprise there. And according to my sources, aka, our friends, she blew off all her classes again today.
But Kelly and Sara were true to their word; they disposed of all of Ashley's alcohol in the hole and even stole her car keys so she couldn't go into town to get more. Gage actually had to threaten a freshman to not make an alcohol run for Ashley.
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