A/n- Kay well. Not that many reviews, so if you read, PLEASE review. I need your guys' take on this. Whether or not its worth continuing. Two or three people telling me to continue isn't exactly enough. So if you want more, don't be shy? And As for flamers. Bring them if you'd like. I could care less and I'd like to know what I can do to improve. Thanks.
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"Mmmmm." Ashley buried her face in to her pillow, only to have a bunch of feathers tickle her nose. She stuck her hand out and felt around for her alarm clock to stop the constant beeping. Finally she hit sleep and sat up, rubbing her eyes. She glanced down at her clothes, still wearing what she wore last night to the party. She looked at the clock, the 5:30 in glaring red announced it was time to get ready. She slipped on a robe and headed down to the kitchen, pouring herself a bowl of Special K.
"Morning honey." Ashley looked at her mom, smiling. Her mom shuffled across the linoleum floor in her yellow slippers.
"Morning mom." Ashley turned to the fridge and grabbed the soymilk out.
"I guess school went better than I expected." Her mom said as she poured steaming coffee into a silver mug which read "I love you mommy!" in a light pink scribbled handwriting. Ashley's younger work, of course.
"Love it. Got to get in the shower." Ashley slurped her milk and rinsed the bowl out in the sink before trudging up the stairs. She took a quick shower and dried her hair. She then threw on a white cami, a jean jacket and long pants. She quickly lined her eyes in a dark brown before slipping on the keds she borrowed from her friends and almost tripping down the stairs.
"I might go study at Trish's house." Ashley told her mom as she gathered her books. Ashley's mom glanced up from her newspaper.
"Good, I'm glad you've met someone." She gave an approving nod. "Give me a call at the office if you need to be picked up. I might be home a little later than I thought. So much paper work."
"It's okay." Ashley pecked her moms forehead before stuffing her books into her Jansport backpack and running out the door. "See ya!" Ashley made her way down her road, kicking at pebbles, recalling last night's events. So, she barely knew Jeff. So what? She knew one thing for sure. She had a major crush.
"So, I want this book to be read by the end of the week. Next Tuesday you will all be quizzed on it. I will be reminding you everyday until it comes, so no excuses." Mrs. Jamiski handed a book to each student. Jeff just stared at the cover, his eyelids growing heavy.
"Okay Jeff?"
"Huh?" Jeff looked up.
"I asked you if you'd be able to finish this by the end of the week." She tapped the book with her extremely long, curling fingernails.
"Well, I happen to have a case of ADHD.. Can I have an extra week to read it?" He asked, knowing full well he could finish the book, but just didn't feel like cramming it all into seven days. Jeff heard a giggle behind him. He turned around, raising an eyebrow at Ashley. She was too busy drawing in the margin of her notebook. She finally felt his gaze and looked up.
"What?" She asked blankly.
"You don't believe me, do you?" Jeff smirked. Ashley laughed.
"It's not that.. its just that.. okay. No. I don't believe you." Ashley admitted, shrugging it off.
"Well I do. Thanks for making fun of me. THANKS!" He shouted, surprising Ashley.
"Mr. Hardy. What is it this time?" Mrs. J asked.
"N-nothing." He stammered, hiccupping. "C-c-can I be excused?" He hiccupped again.
"Of course. Take the pass." Jeff nodded and stood up, looking sadly at Ashley. Ashley stared in disbelief as Jeff slammed the door behind himself. A few minutes later, he re-entered the room, slipping back into his seat after smiling at Ashley. She poked his back with her purple gel pen.
"What?" Jeff asked, looking as if nothing happened.
"Are you bipolar too?" She laughed. Jeff smiled at her and turned around, which filled Ashley's stomach with butterflies.
"Matt. Tell your girlfriend to get a job." Jeff sighed, slamming his head on the cold lunch table.
"Why?" Matt Hardy asked as he gulped his orange Gatorade.
"She makes me buy her lunch EVERYDAY. Its getting ol-"
"Hey Amy." Matt greeted his girlfriend with a peck on the forehead. Amy smiled as she threw her Fritos and water on the table.
"Thanks for lunch, Jeff." Jeff rolled his eyes.
"Like I had a choice." Matt eyed him.
"Chill, dude. Anyway, how was the party last night?" Matt asked as he picked at the jello
from the school.
"Yeah, how was it? From what I heard you were all over that new girl." Amy winked. Jeff shrugged.
"Who? Ashley? Yeah, she's cool." He glanced over at her lunch table as she talked to Torrie Wilson. "But you know. She's more of a friend-cool."
"Really? All that grinding and your friends?" Matt raised an eyebrow.
"We did not grind. Stop listening to rumors." Jeff ran a hand through his yellow hair.
"Cause they're NEVER true. Right?" Amy laughed. As she said that, Randy Orton and John Cena sat down next to Jeff. Jeff glared at them both.
"What do you guys want?" He asked.
"Randy wants to talk to yo-"
"John means WE want to talk to you. Outside." He pointed to the empty hallway. Jeff shrugged, following the two. Once Matt and Amy were out of view, Randy pinned Jeff against the wall. John shifted uncomfortably. "Hardy. You know that Ashley chick?" Randy asked. Jeff nodded. "Well. Stay away from her. You hear me?" John ran a hand through his short hair, looking to see if anyone was coming down that halls.
"..Why? What are you two planning?"
"It's like this. John. You explain it." Randy demanded. John stuttered.
"Uh w-well. Randy thinks he can score with her before the end of the year. And it will be too hard for him to do if you get in his way." Jeff scowled.
"You are a frickin pig!" He pushed Randy.
"Man, we're not kidding. If you screw this up for me, you're gonna regret it." Randy pushed him back.
"Whats in it for you?" Jeff asked.
"Me? Well. Pride and some money." He rubbed his index finger and thumb together.
"..Who's making you do this?"
'No ones making me do this." Randy grinned. "But it's a bet. With Chris Masters."
"She is a human being. Y-you can't do that!" Jeff squirmed his way out of Randy's grip. He took off down the hall, only hearing Randy's muffled words.
"If you tell anyone what we told you, man. Your life is going to be hell."
Ashley smiled at Jeff as she made her way to her locker, but he didn't even glance her way. It was as if he stared right through her. Ashley shrugged, thinking he hadn't seen her. She threw her books into her locker and picked out the ones she needed for homework. After grabbing her heavy backpack she walked up to Jeff, tapping his shoulder. He turned to face her.
"Hey, I was wondering if you could maybe help me with Mrs. J's homework." Jeff stuck his head in his locker and made it look like he was looking for something.
"I can't. I'm busy." He shrugged before slamming his locker and stalking off out the school doors.
Ashley stared at him. What the hell was his problem? Ashley sighed and walked up to the girls, balancing her backpack on one shoulder.
"What was that about?" Stacy questioned, referring to what happened with Jeff.
"I don't know, maybe he's busy."
"Mm. I don't know. Did you see the way he was looking at Melina lately? I think he has the hot's for her.." Stacy sighed, giving her friend a hug.
"You think?" Ashley bit her lip, praying Stacy was wrong.
"Yeah, I saw them in bio.." Torrie shrugged.
"That's it!" Trish grinned. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" She asked her fellow blondes. Ashley gave a blank stare.
"What?" She asked. Torrie was the first to get what Trish was saying.
"We have to make you more delicious than Melina." Torrie raised a perfectly waxed eyebrow.
"So that means.." Stacy waited to see if she was getting this all.
"Yep!" Torrie and Trish grinned.
"No.." Ashley shook her head, finally understanding where they were going.
"MAKE OVER." They shouted before a round of high-fives and smiling faces. Ashley shook her head.
"No. I can't.. I can't.. I-i.."
"You can. And you will. We're coming to your house after school. And bringing everything we own."
Jeff put his face into his hands, wondering what he could do. He could tell Ashley what they were planning. Result? Being humiliated. He'd been there before. That's the last place he wanted to end up again. Or he could play dumb. Not like he should care. He and Ashley were just friends. That's all. Right? Jeff shrugged. Just friends. That was all they were, and all they'd ever be. Ashley was cool, but not his type. Plus they'd barely known eachother. Jeff tapped his black nails on his coffee table. Which ever move he made, he couldn't win.
Ashley shook her head when Stacy came out with the scissors.
"Come on! I've seen a bunch of people do it. How hard can it be? Snip snip. That's it." Even Torrie and Trish looked mortified.
"Maybe Trish should do it.. Since Bethany went to beauty school.." Torrie said, referring to Trish's older sister.
"Yeah. Give me." Trish snatched the scissors out of her best friend's hand. "Ashley. Sit still. One sudden movement could lead to years of humiliation. Be wise." Trish advised before spraying Ashley's blonde hair with water. She then snipped away, making sure it wasn't too long. She then gave her side bangs. Trish and the others stood back to admire Ashley's new hairdo.
"Perf!" The girls gushed. Torrie grabbed the highlights.
"My turn!" Torrie held out a few colors. She had a caramel color, pink, black, purple and red. "Pick."
"I say go for the caramel." Stacy spoke, sad she was yet to make an improvement on Ashley.
"Fine.. go for it." After rinsing her hair out, Stacy grabbed the make up. She quickly explain which colors would bring her eyes out, and which colors should make her look goth. She then applied it to Ashley. Then they went to Ashley's closet.
"No more black." Torrie shook her head, throwing all black shirts into a pile. "You need more color." After they all narrowed it down to what actually looked decent, Ashley's closet had 3 shirts and 2 pants hanging in her closet.
"Now what, geniuses?" Ashley motioned to her pretty empty closet.
"These!" Each girl spilled several shopping bags filled with clothes.
"You thought of everything, haven't you?" The girls nodded eagerly. Ashley sighed, sifting through the piles, some clothes not bad. Others.. not so good. The girls each threw clothes at her head, begging her to try some of it on.
"This!" A purple sweater flew past her head.
"And this!" an orange crop top sailed through the air.
"These!" Black strappy sandals hit the wall, tumbling to the floor. The girls stared at Stacy.
"What? I felt left out.." She shrugged. Torrie and Trish continued making piles of what Ashley was wearing to school tomorrow as Ashley modeled for them. So far, nothing was good enough. That was before Ashley stepped out of the bathroom for the eighth time. Ashley emerged with a denim skirt, a baby doll shirt that was white and black with polka dots in yellow, blue and green. The girls' jaws dropped as she spun for them.
"Too slutty?" Ashley shrugged, making her way back into the bathroom.
"You look.." Torrie stammered, at loss for words.
"Hot!" Trish finished for her. Stacy happily pointed to the black strappy heels.
"Those are my touch!" She happy grinned.
"I feel bad for Jeff." Trish sighed.
"Why?" Ashley ran a hand through her hair.
"Cause, he has no idea what he's missing."
A/n- Short, I know. But hey. Two updates in a row. If I get enough reviews, tomorrow may be the third. Motivate me to type! R&R.