Ashley stood in the school bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. I'm such a bad friend, she thought. But wait! Ellie was totally over Trevor, she called him a loser, and laughed when I tried to defend him. I don't think she'd put up a front for me. Thoughts were ruminating through Ashley's mind. What am I going to do?
The bathroom door swung open, and a short, brunette girl, wearing tight jeans, and a halter stop that stopped right before her navel appeared. It was Manny.
"We have to stop meeting like this," Ashley muttered under her breath.
Ashley started to rummage through her purse, which was on top of one of the sink ledges, looking for her compact. Manny walked toward the mirror next to Ashley, and started to put on some lip-gloss.
"So," Manny stopped glossing and held the gloss tube in her hand. "You and Trevor and item, or is it just a fling?" Manny glanced at Ashley before she went back to her lips.
"How did you know?" Ashley snapped.
"I saw you on the steps making out." Manny grinned before saying, "No one else was there, and your secret is safe with me."
"Thanks, thanks a lot," Ashley's sarcasm was dripping off her tongue. Damn, I knew it was stupid to kiss on the steps this morning, she thought.
"Don't you feel guilty, about being with your best friend's ex?" Manny asked, as she put her lip-gloss back.
Ashley put her compact away, and pulled out her mascara tube. "Did you feel guilty when you came on to, and then slept with my ex boyfriend?" Ashley wasn't interested in hearing about her terrible friendship skills.
"Well, we're not talking about me. You're the one with, Trevor. You're the one that likes him, right?" Manny turned to face Ashley.
"I'm not with him," Ashley replied sharply, but then her face softened. "Do I really like him? I mean, he's amazing, and I liked all the things we did together, but maybe, maybe I was just..." Ashley snapped out of her daze.
"Why am I telling this to you anyway?" Ashley wondered aloud as she gathered her things.
"Whatever, see you next time you're in the bathroom." Ashley left the bathroom and wandered down the hall.
After school, Ashley walked down the stairs and found Trevor by the basketball courts.
"Hey," she whispered from behind in his ear.
He turned around and grabbed her hand.
They sat down on a nearby bench. After a few minutes of staring at each other bashfully, Ashley finally spoke.
"It was lust," Ashley said quietly.
"What?" Trevor asked. He looked puzzled.
"It was lust, plain and simple. We were on the rebound, we confided in each other. Don't you get it? We got lost in the moment, we messed up. I like you Trevor, but, while we were, you know, in the employee's lounge, I kept thinking about how I always wanted to do this with Mark, and how I never did. You can't honestly tell me you didn't think of Ellie, while we had sex." Ashley looked down at her shoes.
"Yeah, I guess I did. It was a fling, or whatever. I guess we should go, like, our separate ways." Trevor squeezed Ashley's hand.
"Ell wants to get back together with you, things will be fine your way. Get back together with her, it'll be good for you, and especially her." The words choke a little in her throat. Ashley didn't let go of Trevor's hand.
"I probably will, in case you were wondering. By the way, I'm having a party thing, on Friday. It's gonna be huge, just a few people. You can come." Trevor smiled. He stood up, and dropped Ashley's hand.
"Bye Trevor," Ashley said as he walked away from the bench.
Ashley slowly walked home, and upstairs into her room.
She sat on her bed. Maybe I should call Mark, she thought. I have nothing else to lose, Ashley shrugged a little. She took her cell phone out of her purse, which was laying beside her, and punched his number.
The phone rang 3 or 4 times.
"Ashley?" Mark's rang out.
"Hey, Mark, it's just me, saying hello and stuff," Ashley said nervously.
"Well, hey, I guess we've had a problem. I thought you were going to call me, and then I call Trevor's cell and get a nasty message from you." Mark seemed irritated.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have hooked back up with your ex." Ashley blurted it out before she realized what she was saying.
"I didn't, I saw her at a party like two weeks ago, but I definitely didn't hook up with her."
"Oh," there was pause. "It's been a weird two weeks. I thought we were over. Like, seriously over. Like done for." Ashley was freaking out.
"Well, Trev is having a party thing in 2 days , wanna go with me? Maybe we can clear the air, and talk about," Mark hesitated briefly. "Talk about us," he finally said.
"Yes, sure, great! I'll so you at Trev's tonight, about seven," Ashley was speaking very quickly. She barely said goodbye before she hung up the phone.
How could this be possible. He never even bothered to call me, yet he assumes that we never broke up. I had not intentions of calling him because I thought we were over, Ashley groaned as she thought about the last two weeks. Maybe I'll just keep this to myself.
Two days later, Mark and Ashley finally met up. Mark was sitting in the love seat, and Ashley was in his lap. They had stopped talking and just started to enjoy being with one another. The party of course, was not small, it was packed, as usual.
Ashley has been looking for Ellie and Trevor the whole night, but never seem to find them. Suddenly, she spotted Trevor, who was walking toward them.
"Hey Ashley," Trevor said, ignoring Mark. Trevor looked spaced out, and his eyes were a little glassy.
"Hey Trev," Mark replied.
Still ignoring Mark, Trevor stared at Ashley for a moment. After he was finished gazing, he spoke.
"Ash, I, like, need to talk to you, alone. Got a minute?" Trevor's voice was raspy.
"Yeah, sure Trev." Ashley got up, flashed a smile at Mark, and then followed Trevor upstairs into his room.
Once they were there, Ashley sat down on what she assumed to be Trevor's bed, some strange cross between a cot and a futon. He lied down next to her.
"Ash, she won't get with me. She got with Cameron." Trevor's moaned softly.
"Cameron who?" Ashley asked.
"Sean Cameron," Trevor moaned again. "Ellie chose Sean over me."
Trevor sat up, and stared into Ashley's eyes. He raised his hand to gently stroke her cheek.
"Ashley, my Ashley, we were good together. I liked it. It was this amazing rush that I didn't want to end. . Don't you understand, we were like one. Ellie and I, did it a ton of times, but it wasn't the same. It felt so forced. It didn't feel that way." By this time, Ashley had figured out that Trevor had been smoking.
"Mark and I are going to get back together, Trev. Mark is good for me." Ashley tried to turn away from Trevor, but he pulled her closer to him.
"Mark is nothing. Mark doesn't get us. You'll cry and cry, and he'll help you, but you won't screw him. You'll just play with him, and kiss him to keep him interested, and then you'll dump him on his ass." Trevor leaned closer toward Ashley.
"Mark is safe Ash, and you know it. He's safe because you'll hurt no one's feelings by being with him. Well guess what? Ellie doesn't give a damn about you or me, so we can be together." Mark kept stroking Ashley's cheeks.
"Are you high?" Ashley was puzzled, Trevor seemed to be, but his thought's were so clear.
"No, Ash, I'm not. I can't sleep, I've just been taking crap with caffeine. I couldn't sleep without knowing you were mine. Don't chose Mr. Safe, choose me. I know you want to, succumb to me Ashley." Trevor was inches away from her, he has stopped stroking her cheek, and was now rubbing her thighs.
"Trevor, I'm scared, what's going on?" Ashley tried to move back, away from him.
"Shut up Ashley," was all Trevor said before her pushed her down on the bed.
Later, that night, Ashley was downstairs on the loveseat, resting her head on Trevor's shoulder. He had dozed off, but his arm was still around her.. Everyone had left the party, of course, she was still there. She didn't even know what time Mark left, and she really didn't care. Yes, she felt sorry for hurting Mark, and possibly hurting Ellie, Trevor was wild, and she enjoyed herself much more the second time than she had the first.
He had pushed her down, and she was freaked out, but then he started to kiss her, and hard. His mouth was pressed so hard against hers, and his hands were going wild, but she liked it, every time her touched her body, it tingled with a delight that was new to her. The experience was something she had never felt with Mark.
Ashley nudged Trevor slightly, and he broke his doze. She stood up.
"Hey," she said softly. "I think I'll get going."
Trevor grabbed both her hands, and pulled her into his lap.
He kissed her gently. "No, why can't you stay?"
"Trev, I could never stay the whole night, you know that." Ashley giggled.
"I wish you could," he said, before pulling her into a long, deep kiss.
When Ashley came up for air, she jumped out of his lap.
"I'll never go if you keep doing this," Ashley grinned, before quietly tip toeing out of the house.