It was graduation day and I was ready. I had High School and was ready to be graduating. I walked on stage when I heard my name and grabbed my diploma. I knew my parents were proud of me but I didn't care all I could think about was going to Los Angeles and living with my girlfriend of four months, Kristen Stewart.
When the ceremony ended I went and met my parents and brother. They all gave me hugs and asked me what I was going to do that night,
"Just gonna hang out with some friends" I replied for the millionth time that day.
"Ok have fun" my mom said as I pulled off my robe to reveal my jeans and Kenny Chesney t-shirt and walked to my car. When I had almost reached my 1966 red Mustang Convertible I heard some one behind me yell,
"Hey, Ashley" I turned around to see a girl in my grade who I used to have a crush on named Carmen.
"Hey congratulations Carmen" I replied sweetly.
"Congratulations to you too. What college you headed to?" she asked smiling.
"UCLA. What about you"
"Montana"
"Huh, surprise, surprise" She had been talking about Montana since I had met her about three years before.
"Yeah, so I was just wondering if you wanted to hang out before we left" I thought for a second and asked,
"What's with the sudden change? You wouldn't even give me the time of day this year and now you want to hang out" I waited for her reply. After a few moments she sighed and said,
"The truth?" I nodded and she continued.
"I've had a crush on you this whole year and just now have gathered up the courage to ask you out. So what do you say?" I looked at her with a saddened expression and replied,
"Well, I'm sorry Carmen but I have a girlfriend or else I would" I saw Carmen's smile fade and she said,
"It's okay of course you have a girlfriend. I was stupid to even ask. Well, she's a lucky girl and I hope you two have a good life. Bye" And before I could say anything else she was gone. I never heard from her again but every day I wonder what happened to her.