Oh thanks for the reviews. And yes I know this story is starting to turn dark Zevie but, well, that's part of who Ash is, she's a dark person. Oh, and you must read the story A New Partner in Crime by Clarista because Ash is in it! Well, that's not the ONLY reason you should read it, it's very good, and yes I mentioned this story before but OH WELL! Anyway I'm rambling again…
I stormed down the hallway, yanked open my locker, grabbed my books out of it, and slammed the locker shut. All this happened just as Angela came up to me, meeting me at my locker just as she does every morning.
"Ash?" She asked, concerned.
"What?" I asked, a sour note in my voice.
"Have you been drinking?" She asked.
"How did you…?" I started to ask.
"You smell vaguely of vodka," she cut me off, "You're not still upset over Pony are you?"
"I don't want to talk about it," I replied and walked away furiously. I felt sort of bad though. I never get mad at Angela, ever. No matter what anyone ever says about her, like her ex-boyfriend Bryon who apparently thinks she's a skank, I'll always look at her as the wild dark haired girl who's been my best friend for years.
My mood was a dark one all morning, snapping at friends, getting extra-mouthy with teachers, and pushing my way through the crowds of people at school. That's when the strangest thing happened. I went back to my locker to put away my History book and go to lunch and to my surprise I found a lily taped to it. I pulled it off of my locker and starred at it for s second.
"Who in the world would give me a flower?" I asked myself. I decided it was Angela, perhaps trying to cheer me up out of my rotten mood today. I decided I'd apologize to her for it during Math, but now I had to meet my brother in the parking lot for lunch.
"What's up Ash?" Two-bit asked me and I nearly jumped out of my skin when he broke the silence. We were eating at the drive-in, Jay's, well actually he was eating, I was just picking at my food which at the moment looked unappetizing.
"Nothing," I lied. Lately, I've hated lying to my brother, I love him, but I just didn't feel right telling him the truth.
"Don't tell me that, you're totally not yourself today, what's up?" Two-bit asked.
"Well, if you really want to know, I've been in love with one of your friends and to prove to him that love exists I went to Florida to bring Sandy back to Soda to show him that love does exist, so he agreed with me that I was right about love and then he kissed me but then told me to pretend like it didn't happen, then I almost got jumped and I went home and cried and then got drunk on vodka while I re-wrote my stupid love essay, then today I snapped at Angela for no reason and I feel bad about it and I got a flower that was taped to my locker," I replied very quickly, hoping that Two-bit wouldn't catch much of what I said.
Two-bit sat there starring at me, looking kind of silly with his mouth slightly open and then finally said, "So that's 'Nothing', huh?"
I just nodded and starred at my food again.
"You got drunk on vodka?!" He then yelped.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Ash, don't drink…"
"You do it."
"I know, but you don't want to get into that kind of stuff. It could ruin your athletic ability," He said, referring to me being on the track team.
"Who the hell do you think you are lecturing me about liquor?" I then asked, glaring at him.
"Your brother," He replied, starring hard into my eyes, "And as for this Ponyboy thing, and I've known about it for a long time, don't get so worked up about it."
"How'd you…" I was about to ask him how he knew I liked Pony but decided not to, thinking it might sound dumb. I also wanted to ask him to define "getting worked up" but also chose not to.
"Well, look who's here, the fiery red-head," Angela said sarcastically as I walked into Math.
"Angel, I'm sorry about this morning, I just had a really rough night, you dig?" I said, taking my seat next to her.
Angela looked at me for a second and then grinned, "Hey, we're best friends aren't we? Of course I dig."
"Oh, I got the flower," I informed her.
"What flower?" She asked.
"The flower on my locker," I replied. She looked at me strangely. I told her about going to my locker and finding the mysterious flower taped to it.
"Wasn't me," She told me.
"Then…who?" I wondered.