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AN: Look an update! I had planned on getting this one up on Tuesday, but my aunt surprised me with a trip for my birthday! So I was away for a couple days. And I realize that I haven't had laser tag in a while, but I have to work through this first. I think the chapter after next they will be playing again.

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Chapter 15

It has been one week since I spoken to Ashley, or fought with her. Friday to Friday. One incredibly terrible, long week.

Friday: I didn't see Ashley again after our fight. Saturday: I went to the arena in hopes of her being there but she wasn't so I went home without playing. Sunday: Was family day, but after Church I spent the day in my room staring at my cellphone hoping she would call. Monday: I saw Ashley at lunch but she sat with Aiden and Madison, breaking up our newly formed group lunch table back to what it was before we met and leaving me as the third wheel to Sean and Chelsea, once again. Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday: All the same, Ashley barely looked at me and only spoke the bare minimum when we had to go over notes for our English project, and that would be it no matter how many times I tried to talk to her. Friday: Today I didn't even try to talk to her, knowing that there wouldn't be much difference. I need to do something to apologize, but I have no idea what. I hope I can work things out with her, or at least get on speaking terms because we have to give our English presentation on Monday.

It's official, I am very stupid. Why was I so stupid? All out of fear. I walked out to the parking lot and to my brother's car. He had been graciously driving me home between his now busy schedule of school and basketball practice. Surprisingly he didn't argue to much, knowing how upset I was from my falling out with Ashley. He wasn't here yet so I leaned against the side of the car while I waited. I have no idea how to approach Ashley. All this week, I haven't been able to get her off my mind, and her face when she walked away. I ran into the bathroom and skipped my next class that day trying to pull myself together. I instantly regretted what I had done, but I had no way of fixing it. And to make matters worse, I totally agree with Ashley. She shouldn't have anything to do with me after what I did. I'm a horrible person. A horrible person, who deserves to be miserable after what I did.

"Hey Spence," Glen said unlocking the car and breaking me from my thoughts. I mumbled and "hello" and climbed into the passenger seat. The drive home was silent as the radio played softly. I stared out my window as LA zipped by me.

"So Spence, I know you haven't been in the best moods this week with the fight and all, but do you think maybe you'll be ok later?" Glen asked pulling into the driveway.

"Why?"

"Well I'm having Kyla over for dinner to meet Mom and Dad," he said. I nodded and got out of the car. I can't believe how serious Glen is being with Kyla, having her over is a big step and he hardly has his girlfriends over. He must really like her. And from the few times I ate lunch with them I can totally see why. Kyla is obviously hot, but smart and funny as well. Not as outgoing as her sister, but still able to meet new people and get them to like her. She would definitely go over well with Mom and Dad. It sucks, you know? If I even wanted to bring Ashley over as more than a friend, my Mom would flip out. I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at my brother right now. But, it's not his fault.

The doorbell rings and I know Glen is still in the bathroom finishing his shower so I run downstairs to open the door, so Kyla isn't forced with parental questioning before necessary.

"Hey Kyla," I said to her as she stepped inside the house.

"Hey Spencer," she said. We stood there in awkward silence as we both ignored the 800 pound elephant in the room. I didn't know what to say, or how Kyla even felt about what happened with Ashley. She probably hates me, just like her sister.

"So...uh," well this is going nicely so far. Maybe I should've let my mom answer the door, there would be less awkward silence.

"How is Ashley," I asked quietly not looking at Kyla.

"She's ok, you know? Better," she said but there was no bitterness just a slight hint of disappointment. It made me feel a little better knowing she doesn't hate me, now if I could make it up to Ashley.

"You know, she doesn't hate you," Kyla whispered. Those six words, everything I've been wanting to hear for a week, finally given to me. Those six words caused my head to shoot up and stare at Kyla with what I am pretty sure was complete hope on my face. She just gave me a slight nod, but before we can continue Glen came bounding down the stairs.

"Hey Ky," he said giving her a chaste kiss on the lips and intertwined their hands, "ready to eat?"

"Yup," she smiled at him and followed him into our dining room and I could hear introductions being made.

The entire dinner consisted on my parents question Kyla, her answering politely and Glen being embarrassed everytime they ask another question. "How do you like school?," "Do you have any siblings?," "Where do you plan on going to college?," "What are your grades like?," "What do you want to major in?" I didn't mind listening to the endless questions though, because I had heard the best news I could've heard from Kyla. Ashley doesn't hate me.

I spent the rest of dinner thinking about Monday. Our project presentation, and maybe I can get her to talk to me. I just want to fix things.