It Started with the List

The Password

"So? Just get to know her a little and ask her out." Reece urges. The bell rings and we get up to go to 1st period.

As I walk, someone runs into me, tackling me to the ground. "Oh my god! I am so so so so so so sorry! I didn't see you there!" A girl yells from on top of me.

"It's fine. I'm okay." I assure her. She looks up at me and I recognize those blue-gray eyes instantly. "Aileen, nice to see you again." I say to her.

"Ashton?" She wonders. Once she confirms that it's me, her face turns pink and she looks up to see my friends all staring at us. She covers her face with her hands, then puts her face on my chest. "Why? Out of all the people?" She mumbles to herself.

"That was mild PDA." Reece says, taking a picture of us.

Aileen jumped off of me, her face red. "Um, sorry." She mumbles, looking down at her shoes.

"It's fine. I needed something to wake me up anyway." I shrug, getting up.

"I can see it already." Henry stated, nodding his head at us.

"You're stupid Hen." Adam says, shoving him.

"I'm right, not stupid." He defends himself.

"About this? You are stupid, but he could be right." Liz decides. Then they go into a debate on how right Henry can ever be.

"Ignore them, they're stupid." I inform Aileen. "What class do you have now?" I ask here.

"Wait, what?" She replies, confused.

"I was asking you what class you have right now." I repeat.

"I, um, have chemistry with Mr. Haze." She answers.

"Oh, cool, we have the same class. Want to walk together?" I ask her.

"Um... sure. Why not? Then Barry Allen can give me a kiss because he's bae." She murmurs to herself.

"Okay, cool. And, yes, Barry is bae." I comment. She sends a small smile my way, which I return with one ten times bigger. I turn back to my friends who were now looking at something on Adam's phone. "See you guys later." I say, they wave at us and we walk away.

"Remember what I said!" Henry yells as we walk away.

We walk to Mr. Haze's classroom in silence til Aileen starts laughing. "What's so funny?" I question.

"This." She says, laughing, gesturing to us.

"I'm confused, how is it funny?" I wonder.

"Its funny for reasons you'll never know." She says, sobering up.

"You can't just not tell me. That's, like, completely messed up." I inform her.

"Then it's completely messed up. I'm not telling you." She states.

"Please. Please. Please." I beg. She shakes her head, grinning at herself. I grab her wrist a turn her to face me, "Tell me." I plead.

"Um, uh." She says, looking everywhere but my face. "Your dad used to joke about us dating." She says in a rush, then walks into the classroom a few feet away from us.

That's weird, he never mentioned her to me. I walk into the classroom just as the tardy bell rings and sit at the back. "Hello students, my name is Mr. Haze, I'm your chemistry teacher. This is my first year here and I really hope we have a good time this year." A man in his late 20s, early 30s said to us.

He starts taking attendance and two names stand out. "Christopher Smith. Sarah Smith." They both respond with a 'here'. I look up and find the Smith twins sitting in the middle of the room. I internally groan. The Smith twins are very annoying.