You and I, haha Never.

Chapter 2

I want to just throw Ashton's wallet away because well he's a dick and karmas a bitch but also because I don't want to deal with it. And I mean I could just take it to the office but where's the fun in that?

I look through the wallet to see if his number is in it and lucky for me it is. I text him saying "Hey dick, found your wallet. If you ever want to see it again you'll give me $100." I'm pretty sure he won't pay but worth a shot.

My phone vibrates in fifth period. Oh look, it's Ashton.

"Whatever just give me the god damn wallet and I'll give you your stupid money."

Damn I didn't think it would be that easy. But oh well money for me. I text back, "Good meet me at Alfredos Pizza after school with the money and your wallet will be given back un harmed.

15 Minutes later he replies "Whatever weirdo."

I decide to take my time walking to Alfedos, I mean I am the one with the object of importance. It takes me about fifteen minutes to get there. As I come through the door Ashton is waiting in the far corner booth. He looks annoyed. Good!

I skip over and plop down on the seat across from him.

"What are you doing? I'm waiting for someone can you leave?" He looks at me annoyed.

I laugh and look around like I'm not the one he's waiting for.

"Oh my god. Are you waiting for your dealer? Are you going to buy drugs? No wait, alcohol. Wait, wait don't tell me the answer! That's definitely it." I say looking at him smiling.

"What? No. I'm here to get my wallet back from some weirdo who probably has a creepy obsession with me." He replies as if it's the only possible explanation for someone having his wallet.

"I absolutly do not have some creepy obsession with you. You dropped it when you so rudely slammed into me this morning asshole." I say pulling the wallet out.

"Whatever just give it to me so I can go this is not a good look for me."

"Um you owe me $100. And what do you mean this isn't a good look for you?"

"Uhh you really expect me to give you money?" I nod. He sighs and throws the money on the table. I hand him the wallet and take the money.

"Talking to you is not a good look for me Tulsa. That's what I meant." He says as if it's not in any way offensive.

What a complete and total ass. What is that even supposed to mean? Talking to me. I'm not popular but that's just uncalled for.

I should've asked for more money.