My Love Song
She saw his soft side and for once she was happy
But can he ever forgive Ashley for her mistakes?
Contains; Romance, Drama
Main Characters; Ashley, Spinner, Terri, Paige
Chapter Two; Horrible
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"The truth?" Ellie asks Marco while her and him sit on the classroom table in the back. Marco nods. Ellie laughs and looks at the picture. "Well, you don't look good in red," she says. Marco and her laugh. I sigh as I approach the two. Ellie observes me. I look back at her.
"Do I sense tension in the air?" Marco teasingly says as he looks back and forth at our faces. I lick my lips.
"Ellie," I say. She just stares at me. "I'm sorry," I apologize. She nods. "I didn't mean to jump down your throat," I add.
"You mean, because I was right?" she says half-asking.
"What?" I ask confused. She removes her self from the table and steps up to me.
"About you still being hung up on Spinner. Ash, it's been forever!" she says firmly. The rest of the class starts to pour in through the doors in the front of the room. I look at the staring faces and then back at Ellie.
"Not right now, Ellie," I tell her quietly. Ellie looks at the staring class too before looking back at me. She nods and walks away. The chattering of the students begins again and I become a bit more relaxed. I sit down in the seat in a random seat and look over at Ellie's careless face that's only a few feet away from me. Ms. Kwan enters the class but still no one quiets.
"All right class," she starts. A hush befalls the room and before she can begin Paige enters the class. She stops in front of Ms. Kwan and everyone has eyes on her.
"Sorry, Ms. Kwan, I had to gather up some assignments," Paige excuses herself. Ms. Kwan nods.
"Take a seat, Paige," she says pointing her pen to the class in no particular direction. Paige's eyes narrow evilly towards me before choosing a seat in the front. This is a living nightmare. Ms. Kwan glares at Paige before starting to speak again.
"Okay, homework," she starts off. No one says anything, which is sort of surprising. She looks surprised herself. "Everyone did do it, right?" she asks for assurance. I look around the class hearing that everyone indeed did do that homework and that there was no complaint. I look back at Ms. Kwan. She smiles in delight. "Good, so, who wants to start us off with one of their own poems?" She asks still in glee. Paige almost immediately raises her hand. It shot up without warning. Weird, Paige never reads her poems unless she has a real reason. Ms. Kwan nudges towards Paige and Paige arises from her seat carrying a thin sheet of paper up to the front of the class with her. Ms. Kwan decides to sit in the back of the class.
"I'll sit here so that I can see your postures and see if you're using good projection," she explains. Paige nods nervously. She looks over at the classroom door, which stands open. She smiles in a flirty way. I lean over to see what she is so happy about. Spinner stands in the doorway, further away that he isn't seen by Kwan. I look behind me at her but she doesn't notice him, she scribbles something down on her clipboard. I look back at Paige.
His eyes are radiant sunbeams They burn brightly into mine Like the wishing stars in the sky For me, they forever shine Clasp onto my hand Hold me in your heart Nothing or no one Will ever tear us apart
She smiles as she removes the paper from her face. Everyone claps. Even Spinner does so as he stands at the door. She chuckles to herself and sits down in her seat. Nothing or no one? Could that no one be me? And who was it about? That was the worst poem ever written.
"That was great, Paige. A little short but you projected nicely and said it with meaning, great job," Ms. Kwan says. Paige smiles sweetly. I roll my eyes and before Ms. Kwan can ask for someone new, I raise my hand sharply. "Would you like to go next?" she asks. I don't reply. I just grab my paper determinedly and walk angrily up to the front.
Torn and ripped to shreds This is how I feel One mistake can cause you To make this pain You never made me frown Made me nothing but happy I've broken both of us I made this a tragedy I still hold the times When I didn't cry But living this torture Won't dry my eyes So, hate me forever Believe I'm see through Doesn't matter how much you hate me I'll always love you
I stare at my paper and even when I'm finished the class is silent. I look over at the doorway as I start to hear the roars of the room. He still stands there, watching. Does he love me too?
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"Ashley, that poem was amazing," Ms. Kwan says as her hands grip onto my shoulders. I find myself slightly smiling. "I have to say it's one of your best work," she says folding her arms. I chuckle quietly.
"Thanks Ms. Kwan," I say in gratitude. Paige arrives with her arms folded too and as predicted, glares my way.
"I thought it was tedious and pathetic," Paige says. I look at her surprised.
"Paige, what did you say?" Ms. Kwan asks. She adjusts herself.
"Well it's true! Ms. Kwan, you don't think that writing about her screwing up ONCE AGAIN is creative do you?" Paige asks. Ms. Kwan puts her hands on her hips.
"Actually, I don't know much about Ashley's personal life and if this poem is about a mistake she certainly understands her feelings and understands her consequences for them and that is what is creative," Ms. Kwan defends. I silently laugh hard in my mind but I smile aloud with a bit of attitude. I look at Paige. "Now, if you don't want to get detention, you'll apologize to Ashley," Ms. Kwan says folding her arms once again. She looks at me for a second and I look back unafraid. Paige sighs before looking back at Ms. Kwan with an answer.
"I'll see you in detention," and with that she walks past me. I swallow and look at the floor.
"Ashley, don't let small things get to you. If Paige feels your poem wasn't its greatest, that's her opinion," Ms. Kwan says sitting against her desk. I nod. "And for the record, it wasn't pathetic," she smiles. She walks away from her desk and to the back of the room. More kids start walking in like before. I guess I should head off to class too. I walk outside the doors into the crowded hallways.
"That poem did rock," Ellie approaches me. We don't stop to chat. I smirk. "You know, I saw Spinner," she announces with a smile. I turn to her as we still walk with a fast pace. She grins.
"You think that poem was for Spinner?" I ask looking forward again slightly worried.
"I know it was for Spinner," she corrects me. "And Ellie is right," she says proudly.
"Okay, I admit, I still like him, but he doesn't like me anymore," I say convincing myself.
"Ash, shut-up, you know he still likes you," Ellie says. Now I stop right in front of her.
"I'm not so sure I believe that one but I know someone who still does," I say.
"You're not going for Craig now are you?" she asks troubled. I roll my eyes.
"No, of course not," I tell her.
"Then," she asks for more.
"Jimmy," I whisper. She gasps as her eyes widen.
"You are going to date Jimmy? Again?" she says practically yelling. I look around at the unfamiliar faces before cueing Ellie to keep it down.
"No, no! He likes me!" I say.
"Still? God, that poor boy," she says jokingly. I shake my head.
"Ellie, how can I go on like this?" I ask. We start walking again.
"Like what?" she asks.
"I dated Spinner! Jimmy's best friend. All that time he must have felt so horrible. I hurt everyone I know," I complain to her. She chuckles.
"Stay away from me, I'd like to keep my stability," she jokes. I roll my eyes.
"I'm serious, Ellie. I hurt Jimmy so many times, I have to do something," I suggest to myself.
"Like get him some therapy?" she continues to kid. I groan.
"Ellie," I say.
"Ash, Jimmy likes you, big deal? He'll have to get over it sometime! The only favor you can do him right now is say 'hey, dude, get a life, get a girlfriend!' Believe me, because if you don't, you'll have your own little dog, named Jimmy," she says. I sigh as we walk into our next class.
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I turn the familiar corners and watch the faces of the people who once knew me as Spinner's girlfriend. I peak around the last sharp corner to find Spinner alone at his locker with his headphones on that are loud enough to hear from where I stand. I quietly breathe. Two boys start heading in my direction, but not towards me. There is one with dark chocolate hair, the other with dirty blonde. I ignore them and start to walk towards Spinner but one of the boys call my name. I look at him. It's Chocolate.
"Ashley," he says. I stare cautiously. The two walk towards me and I look over at Spinner.
"Do I know you?" I ask. Chocolate shakes his head.
"We've seen you around," he says a little cocky. I become confused. He walks closer. "Care to show us what's under that little black shirt of yours," he whispers grabbing onto my hips. I eradicate his hands.
"Get off of me!" I say resolutely. He doesn't listen. He grabs me again, but harder, and pulls me close and whispers into my ear.
"Don't be a tease, c'mon," he says calmly holding onto me with his determined hands.
"Get the hell off of me!" I scream deafeningly. I try to kick but my legs are knotted within his and his hands anesthetized my arms.
"Hey, get off!" I hear someone yell. Chocolate promptly steps away from me and before I can apply a hit, Spinner does. Spinner punches him hard and Chocolate bangs against the locker loudly and clutches onto his nose, which quickly starts to discharge of blood. He removes his hand to see the red liquid covering them. The other boy seems to have already sprinted off but Spinner goes after Chocolate yet again and as he begins throwing punches, I scuttle over to him pull the two apart since this time Chocolate's decided to fight back.
"Okay, Spinner, stop!" I grip onto Spinner's arms. I manage to tear him away and let Chocolate get to his feet. We both watch him scurry down the halls still holding his nose. I gaze at Spinner and vice versa. His right cheek looks severely red and has a small bloody cut in the center. I vaguely touch it but he pulls away. Not from the twinge but from me. It hurts to know I can't touch him like I use to.
"You need some ice on it," I state. He shakes his head.
"I'll be fine," he tells me. I disagree.
"Look, I know you hate me, but right now, I'm going to help," I grab onto his arm and we start to walk down the halls.
A/N: All the chapters will be titled with real life songs so if you want any information on the songs like the artist, just ask ;o)
She saw his soft side and for once she was happy
But can he ever forgive Ashley for her mistakes?
Contains; Romance, Drama
Main Characters; Ashley, Spinner, Terri, Paige
Chapter Two; Horrible
+ - + -+
"The truth?" Ellie asks Marco while her and him sit on the classroom table in the back. Marco nods. Ellie laughs and looks at the picture. "Well, you don't look good in red," she says. Marco and her laugh. I sigh as I approach the two. Ellie observes me. I look back at her.
"Do I sense tension in the air?" Marco teasingly says as he looks back and forth at our faces. I lick my lips.
"Ellie," I say. She just stares at me. "I'm sorry," I apologize. She nods. "I didn't mean to jump down your throat," I add.
"You mean, because I was right?" she says half-asking.
"What?" I ask confused. She removes her self from the table and steps up to me.
"About you still being hung up on Spinner. Ash, it's been forever!" she says firmly. The rest of the class starts to pour in through the doors in the front of the room. I look at the staring faces and then back at Ellie.
"Not right now, Ellie," I tell her quietly. Ellie looks at the staring class too before looking back at me. She nods and walks away. The chattering of the students begins again and I become a bit more relaxed. I sit down in the seat in a random seat and look over at Ellie's careless face that's only a few feet away from me. Ms. Kwan enters the class but still no one quiets.
"All right class," she starts. A hush befalls the room and before she can begin Paige enters the class. She stops in front of Ms. Kwan and everyone has eyes on her.
"Sorry, Ms. Kwan, I had to gather up some assignments," Paige excuses herself. Ms. Kwan nods.
"Take a seat, Paige," she says pointing her pen to the class in no particular direction. Paige's eyes narrow evilly towards me before choosing a seat in the front. This is a living nightmare. Ms. Kwan glares at Paige before starting to speak again.
"Okay, homework," she starts off. No one says anything, which is sort of surprising. She looks surprised herself. "Everyone did do it, right?" she asks for assurance. I look around the class hearing that everyone indeed did do that homework and that there was no complaint. I look back at Ms. Kwan. She smiles in delight. "Good, so, who wants to start us off with one of their own poems?" She asks still in glee. Paige almost immediately raises her hand. It shot up without warning. Weird, Paige never reads her poems unless she has a real reason. Ms. Kwan nudges towards Paige and Paige arises from her seat carrying a thin sheet of paper up to the front of the class with her. Ms. Kwan decides to sit in the back of the class.
"I'll sit here so that I can see your postures and see if you're using good projection," she explains. Paige nods nervously. She looks over at the classroom door, which stands open. She smiles in a flirty way. I lean over to see what she is so happy about. Spinner stands in the doorway, further away that he isn't seen by Kwan. I look behind me at her but she doesn't notice him, she scribbles something down on her clipboard. I look back at Paige.
His eyes are radiant sunbeams They burn brightly into mine Like the wishing stars in the sky For me, they forever shine Clasp onto my hand Hold me in your heart Nothing or no one Will ever tear us apart
She smiles as she removes the paper from her face. Everyone claps. Even Spinner does so as he stands at the door. She chuckles to herself and sits down in her seat. Nothing or no one? Could that no one be me? And who was it about? That was the worst poem ever written.
"That was great, Paige. A little short but you projected nicely and said it with meaning, great job," Ms. Kwan says. Paige smiles sweetly. I roll my eyes and before Ms. Kwan can ask for someone new, I raise my hand sharply. "Would you like to go next?" she asks. I don't reply. I just grab my paper determinedly and walk angrily up to the front.
Torn and ripped to shreds This is how I feel One mistake can cause you To make this pain You never made me frown Made me nothing but happy I've broken both of us I made this a tragedy I still hold the times When I didn't cry But living this torture Won't dry my eyes So, hate me forever Believe I'm see through Doesn't matter how much you hate me I'll always love you
I stare at my paper and even when I'm finished the class is silent. I look over at the doorway as I start to hear the roars of the room. He still stands there, watching. Does he love me too?
+ - + -+
"Ashley, that poem was amazing," Ms. Kwan says as her hands grip onto my shoulders. I find myself slightly smiling. "I have to say it's one of your best work," she says folding her arms. I chuckle quietly.
"Thanks Ms. Kwan," I say in gratitude. Paige arrives with her arms folded too and as predicted, glares my way.
"I thought it was tedious and pathetic," Paige says. I look at her surprised.
"Paige, what did you say?" Ms. Kwan asks. She adjusts herself.
"Well it's true! Ms. Kwan, you don't think that writing about her screwing up ONCE AGAIN is creative do you?" Paige asks. Ms. Kwan puts her hands on her hips.
"Actually, I don't know much about Ashley's personal life and if this poem is about a mistake she certainly understands her feelings and understands her consequences for them and that is what is creative," Ms. Kwan defends. I silently laugh hard in my mind but I smile aloud with a bit of attitude. I look at Paige. "Now, if you don't want to get detention, you'll apologize to Ashley," Ms. Kwan says folding her arms once again. She looks at me for a second and I look back unafraid. Paige sighs before looking back at Ms. Kwan with an answer.
"I'll see you in detention," and with that she walks past me. I swallow and look at the floor.
"Ashley, don't let small things get to you. If Paige feels your poem wasn't its greatest, that's her opinion," Ms. Kwan says sitting against her desk. I nod. "And for the record, it wasn't pathetic," she smiles. She walks away from her desk and to the back of the room. More kids start walking in like before. I guess I should head off to class too. I walk outside the doors into the crowded hallways.
"That poem did rock," Ellie approaches me. We don't stop to chat. I smirk. "You know, I saw Spinner," she announces with a smile. I turn to her as we still walk with a fast pace. She grins.
"You think that poem was for Spinner?" I ask looking forward again slightly worried.
"I know it was for Spinner," she corrects me. "And Ellie is right," she says proudly.
"Okay, I admit, I still like him, but he doesn't like me anymore," I say convincing myself.
"Ash, shut-up, you know he still likes you," Ellie says. Now I stop right in front of her.
"I'm not so sure I believe that one but I know someone who still does," I say.
"You're not going for Craig now are you?" she asks troubled. I roll my eyes.
"No, of course not," I tell her.
"Then," she asks for more.
"Jimmy," I whisper. She gasps as her eyes widen.
"You are going to date Jimmy? Again?" she says practically yelling. I look around at the unfamiliar faces before cueing Ellie to keep it down.
"No, no! He likes me!" I say.
"Still? God, that poor boy," she says jokingly. I shake my head.
"Ellie, how can I go on like this?" I ask. We start walking again.
"Like what?" she asks.
"I dated Spinner! Jimmy's best friend. All that time he must have felt so horrible. I hurt everyone I know," I complain to her. She chuckles.
"Stay away from me, I'd like to keep my stability," she jokes. I roll my eyes.
"I'm serious, Ellie. I hurt Jimmy so many times, I have to do something," I suggest to myself.
"Like get him some therapy?" she continues to kid. I groan.
"Ellie," I say.
"Ash, Jimmy likes you, big deal? He'll have to get over it sometime! The only favor you can do him right now is say 'hey, dude, get a life, get a girlfriend!' Believe me, because if you don't, you'll have your own little dog, named Jimmy," she says. I sigh as we walk into our next class.
+ - + -+
I turn the familiar corners and watch the faces of the people who once knew me as Spinner's girlfriend. I peak around the last sharp corner to find Spinner alone at his locker with his headphones on that are loud enough to hear from where I stand. I quietly breathe. Two boys start heading in my direction, but not towards me. There is one with dark chocolate hair, the other with dirty blonde. I ignore them and start to walk towards Spinner but one of the boys call my name. I look at him. It's Chocolate.
"Ashley," he says. I stare cautiously. The two walk towards me and I look over at Spinner.
"Do I know you?" I ask. Chocolate shakes his head.
"We've seen you around," he says a little cocky. I become confused. He walks closer. "Care to show us what's under that little black shirt of yours," he whispers grabbing onto my hips. I eradicate his hands.
"Get off of me!" I say resolutely. He doesn't listen. He grabs me again, but harder, and pulls me close and whispers into my ear.
"Don't be a tease, c'mon," he says calmly holding onto me with his determined hands.
"Get the hell off of me!" I scream deafeningly. I try to kick but my legs are knotted within his and his hands anesthetized my arms.
"Hey, get off!" I hear someone yell. Chocolate promptly steps away from me and before I can apply a hit, Spinner does. Spinner punches him hard and Chocolate bangs against the locker loudly and clutches onto his nose, which quickly starts to discharge of blood. He removes his hand to see the red liquid covering them. The other boy seems to have already sprinted off but Spinner goes after Chocolate yet again and as he begins throwing punches, I scuttle over to him pull the two apart since this time Chocolate's decided to fight back.
"Okay, Spinner, stop!" I grip onto Spinner's arms. I manage to tear him away and let Chocolate get to his feet. We both watch him scurry down the halls still holding his nose. I gaze at Spinner and vice versa. His right cheek looks severely red and has a small bloody cut in the center. I vaguely touch it but he pulls away. Not from the twinge but from me. It hurts to know I can't touch him like I use to.
"You need some ice on it," I state. He shakes his head.
"I'll be fine," he tells me. I disagree.
"Look, I know you hate me, but right now, I'm going to help," I grab onto his arm and we start to walk down the halls.
A/N: All the chapters will be titled with real life songs so if you want any information on the songs like the artist, just ask ;o)
