Faith in his Faults

Chapter Six

Over the next few days I pretty much kept to myself. I knew that pouring my drink on Ash's head was a little out of line and unnecessary. I knew that it was dramatic and I could have made any other choice in that situation. Although I knew that it wasn't ok what I had done, I didn't think that it would cause the reaction that it had out of Ash.

Ash had completely ignored me since the movie that night. It was now Friday and he hadn't so much as looked in my direction let alone torture me like he had been. I knew that I told him to stay away from me, but I felt as though I had said that a million times and until now he hadn't. He hadn't called me beautiful; he hadn't stared at me or smirked, nothing.

Whenever I had looked over at him in the hallway or in our two classes together, he would just stare ahead with a completely unreadable expression. Again, I knew that pouring the drink on him was dramatic, but I didn't think he would have affected him this much.

Whenever I had looked over at him in the hallway or in our two classes together, he would just stare ahead with a completely unreadable expression. Again, I knew that pouring the drink on him was dramatic, but I didn't think it would have affected him this much. And somehow the chain of events switched something in my brain. I felt bad for what I did and somehow I felt even worse that it was affecting Ash. To be honest I could be acting completely self-involved right now and Ash's behavior could have a absolutely nothing to do with me. All I knew now was that I couldn't stop thinking about Ash.

I stared at my ceiling as I laid in bed contemplating all of this. It was Saturday and I was supposed to be hanging out with Haley today. I knew she wanted to go to the mall and go shopping, but I wasn't sure if I was exactly in the mood.

As of on cue, my phone buzzed. When I looked at the screen it had a flashing envelope on it, signaling that I had received a text message. When I opened it, it was from Haley saying, "Be ready in a half hour, I'm coming to get you."

I sighed, knowing I wasn't going to get out of these plans. After the movie earlier that week, I had avoided Haley when I kept to myself. I went to the library a couple of times during lunch, shooting her a text to let her know. She had come to my locker multiple times but I would make an excuse for why I needed to be in class early. I didn't know why I was avoiding Haley so much, she was my best friend, but I just wanted space, and even though I couldn't keep my mind off of what had happened, I didn't want to talk about it.

I got out of bed, jumping in the shower and quickly getting ready. I wore mu usually jeans and a t-shirt outfit with my blue and black Vans. I quickly blowdried my hair enough that it wasn't dripping wet and applied my makeup. I liked having a line of eyeliner with eye shadow to match my outfit of the day, but not too dramatic. As I finished getting ready, I heard Haley beeping her horn outside.

I bounded down the stairs, and out the door. Dad wasn't home, leaving a note that he would be home soon but to have a good day with Haley. I wasn't sure where he had gone, but he typically did errands on Saturday's like grocery shopping and I was pretty positive he spent some of his morning at moms grave, talking to her. Unlike dad, it was really hard for me to go to the grave site. Most of the time, when I needed to talk to her, I would talk to her when I was in my car. I wasn't sure if it was because of the privacy I had there or what, but that is where I was most comfortable.

"Hey," I said to Haley, as I got into her car.

"Hola." she said, putting the car in reverse and starting to back out of my driveway.

"So where are we going again? The mall?" I asked.

"Yeah, I want to get a new pair of shoes and maybe a new shirt and pants." she added.