::::::::Hello again everyone. Since this is the sequel, I would suggest reading the original, only to get some background info, but it isn't exactly necessary, it would just make a few things clear in some of the chapters. Oh and by the way, REVIEW.::::::::::::::::::
"Ash? Ash?" Mark shook Ashley. She was once again at his loft, asleep on his leather sofa.
"What?" Ashley opened her eyes slowly. Mark was hovering over her on the couch.
"Ash, I'm on your mom's good side, so I think you should go home, I'll drive you if you want."
Ashley smiled. "That would be a good idea, but it's not too late, I think I'll take the bus home. You need to finish working on that demo." She got off the sofa, and picked up her coat, which was lying on the coffee table.
"I'll see you tomorrow, or Thursday, I might have counseling for my 'alcohol' problem." Mark leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He followed her toward the door.
"Later," he whispered.
The next morning, Ashley walked into school, when she was suddenly approached by Tim.
"Hey Ashley, how's your life going?" He smirked as he put his arm around her waist. Ashley shivered at his touch. It was as if someone was burning her, it felt disgusting. She stopped walking.
"Screw you," she muttered as she removed his arm from her waist.
"Ash," Tim jumped back with a mock stunned look. "Babe, you certainly didn't mind tonguing me in the hall last month." Ashley looked at his face. She hated his smirk, she hated everything about him.
"Well, last month, I had a momentary lapse of insanity, because who in their sane mind would even look in your sorry direction?" Ashley said coldly, as she walked down the hall.
"Apparently Ashley, you do a lot of crazy things." Tim jogged a little to catch up with her. "Like," he leaned toward her ear to whisper. "Like, doing Jake on Trevor's patio in the middle of January."
"Still a staunch supporter of whispering?" Ashley glared at Tim. "Now, just leave me the hell alone." Ashley stood at her locker.
"I'll see you at lunch, babe." Tim blew her a kiss as he walked away.
Ashley turned toward her locker, and did her combination. "I don't know why you put up with his crap." Ellie was standing behind Ashley. Ashley took her books out and slammed her locker door.
"No one will believe me, Ell. There's no point in trying to fight rumors. At least all the slut rumors are off Manny and now on me."
"Since when do you care about Manny?" Ellie looked puzzled.
"Since she knocked some sense into me in the girl's bathroom. It kept me from going over to Tim's house last month."
"Well, anyway, guess what." Ellie brushed off Ashley's last comment.
"What?" Ashley stared at Ellie.
"Trevor bought me this awesome bracelet." Ellie held up herwrist. It was silver, with little black, sparkly stones in it. Each little stone had a letter of Ellie's name engraved in it. It read E-L-E-A-N-O-R.
"He's coming over to my house today, so I can, uh," Ellie paused. "So I can thank him for it." Ellie laughed a little.
"Oh by the way, how's Mark-"Ellie was cut off by Ms. Kwan.
"Girls, the bell is about to ring. Get to your respective classes." Ms. Kwan barked at them.
"Yes, Ms. Kwan," they said giggling.
"Ash, I'll talk to you at lunch," Ellie called as she ran down the hall.
Ashley was bored 2nd period. She was sitting in Ms. Kwan's classroom trying to pay attention to the lecture on metaphors and similes. It was such grade 6 material.
"Ashley," Ms. Kwan was snapping at her.
"Yes," Ashley looked up from her doodle.
"Please give an example of at simile in a sentence." Ms. Kwan was frowning at her.
"Her life was as dark as the storm clouds approaching the abyss of the churning sea."
"Uh, good, uh, job Ashley, now can anyone give another example?" Ms. Kwan looked around the classroom.
Paige raised her hand. Ms. Kwan nodded. "Her depressing life was as fake as Heather Sinclaire's tan." Paige stared directly at Ashley.
"Paige, that will be enough." Ms. Kwan chided. "Anyone else have something to add?" Ms. Kwan looked around the room once again.
Ashley quickly raised her hand. Ms. Kwan carefully eyed her, and then nodded.
"Her ignorance of reality was as vast as that huge zit on her forehead." Ashley stared back at Paige. Ashley knew the metaphor was kind of stupid, but it certainly hit Paige where it hurt. Paige had immediately pulled out her compact to investigate the pimple.
"Paige and Ashley, since you seem to be able to make up the most creative metaphors, I suppose you won't mind writing 100 of them together after school." Ms. Kwan stared angrily at both of them before going back to the board.
Great, Ash thought, just great.
"Ash? Ash?" Mark shook Ashley. She was once again at his loft, asleep on his leather sofa.
"What?" Ashley opened her eyes slowly. Mark was hovering over her on the couch.
"Ash, I'm on your mom's good side, so I think you should go home, I'll drive you if you want."
Ashley smiled. "That would be a good idea, but it's not too late, I think I'll take the bus home. You need to finish working on that demo." She got off the sofa, and picked up her coat, which was lying on the coffee table.
"I'll see you tomorrow, or Thursday, I might have counseling for my 'alcohol' problem." Mark leaned down and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. He followed her toward the door.
"Later," he whispered.
The next morning, Ashley walked into school, when she was suddenly approached by Tim.
"Hey Ashley, how's your life going?" He smirked as he put his arm around her waist. Ashley shivered at his touch. It was as if someone was burning her, it felt disgusting. She stopped walking.
"Screw you," she muttered as she removed his arm from her waist.
"Ash," Tim jumped back with a mock stunned look. "Babe, you certainly didn't mind tonguing me in the hall last month." Ashley looked at his face. She hated his smirk, she hated everything about him.
"Well, last month, I had a momentary lapse of insanity, because who in their sane mind would even look in your sorry direction?" Ashley said coldly, as she walked down the hall.
"Apparently Ashley, you do a lot of crazy things." Tim jogged a little to catch up with her. "Like," he leaned toward her ear to whisper. "Like, doing Jake on Trevor's patio in the middle of January."
"Still a staunch supporter of whispering?" Ashley glared at Tim. "Now, just leave me the hell alone." Ashley stood at her locker.
"I'll see you at lunch, babe." Tim blew her a kiss as he walked away.
Ashley turned toward her locker, and did her combination. "I don't know why you put up with his crap." Ellie was standing behind Ashley. Ashley took her books out and slammed her locker door.
"No one will believe me, Ell. There's no point in trying to fight rumors. At least all the slut rumors are off Manny and now on me."
"Since when do you care about Manny?" Ellie looked puzzled.
"Since she knocked some sense into me in the girl's bathroom. It kept me from going over to Tim's house last month."
"Well, anyway, guess what." Ellie brushed off Ashley's last comment.
"What?" Ashley stared at Ellie.
"Trevor bought me this awesome bracelet." Ellie held up herwrist. It was silver, with little black, sparkly stones in it. Each little stone had a letter of Ellie's name engraved in it. It read E-L-E-A-N-O-R.
"He's coming over to my house today, so I can, uh," Ellie paused. "So I can thank him for it." Ellie laughed a little.
"Oh by the way, how's Mark-"Ellie was cut off by Ms. Kwan.
"Girls, the bell is about to ring. Get to your respective classes." Ms. Kwan barked at them.
"Yes, Ms. Kwan," they said giggling.
"Ash, I'll talk to you at lunch," Ellie called as she ran down the hall.
Ashley was bored 2nd period. She was sitting in Ms. Kwan's classroom trying to pay attention to the lecture on metaphors and similes. It was such grade 6 material.
"Ashley," Ms. Kwan was snapping at her.
"Yes," Ashley looked up from her doodle.
"Please give an example of at simile in a sentence." Ms. Kwan was frowning at her.
"Her life was as dark as the storm clouds approaching the abyss of the churning sea."
"Uh, good, uh, job Ashley, now can anyone give another example?" Ms. Kwan looked around the classroom.
Paige raised her hand. Ms. Kwan nodded. "Her depressing life was as fake as Heather Sinclaire's tan." Paige stared directly at Ashley.
"Paige, that will be enough." Ms. Kwan chided. "Anyone else have something to add?" Ms. Kwan looked around the room once again.
Ashley quickly raised her hand. Ms. Kwan carefully eyed her, and then nodded.
"Her ignorance of reality was as vast as that huge zit on her forehead." Ashley stared back at Paige. Ashley knew the metaphor was kind of stupid, but it certainly hit Paige where it hurt. Paige had immediately pulled out her compact to investigate the pimple.
"Paige and Ashley, since you seem to be able to make up the most creative metaphors, I suppose you won't mind writing 100 of them together after school." Ms. Kwan stared angrily at both of them before going back to the board.
Great, Ash thought, just great.