I laid in my bed, buried under my covers. I heard as my alarm clock went off over and over again in an endless loop.
It was like I was hearing the alarm but I wasn't at the same time. I was aware that it was going off but I just wasn't listening. I lay still in my bed ignoring the blaring sound, as countless minutes flew by.
Five minutes turned into ten, then fifteen, twenty, and so on. I was unable to move. I had no energy whatsoever.
Not even enough to shut off the sound.
Used tissues from yesterday surrounded me. They were under the covers, over the covers, and ever some were on the floor.
I cried a river last night, no joke. I had a massive head ache and there was nothing you could do to get me out of bed. That's it, I'm not going to school today.
There is no way you can convince me to show my face there after yesterday. Under no circumstance do I want to see Andrew or Tasha. They'll be better off without me. For all I care they could raise their baby far away from me.
I'm no longer associated with him so it's really none of my business. I'll avoid talking to him as long as he says as far away from me as possible. He's just another reminder of how sad my life really is.
I heard my phone go off a few times. Whether it be text messages or phone calls, these notifications were blowing up my phone.
I didn't care.
"Ashley! Your going to be late!" I heard my mom shout from the bottom of the stairs. "I'm going to the airport!"
I didn't answer. I didn't have the energy to shout. Let alone talk.
"Ashley!" She called, walking into my room. My mom froze in her tracks when she saw me still in bed, practically staring off into space. "Honey do you know what time it is?"
"I don't care." I muttered.
"What's wrong?" She asked walking closer to me. Sitting right beside me, she finger combed my hair.
"Nothing."
"It doesn't look like nothing."
My breath became shaky as I deeply inhaled. I tried to keep my tears from falling, but it was no use. They overflowed my face, causing concern for my mom.
"Sweetheart what happened?" She kissed my forehead, setting down her purse.
I contemplated on whether or not I should tell her. "Is it because of a boy?"
It's almost as if she had read my mind. "It's about Andrew." I sniffled, my mom wiping away my tears.
"Did he do something to you?" Her eyes widened in show as if I had already answered.
"N-no.."
"Then why are you upset sweetheart?" The memories of what I found out yesterday flooded my brain once again, increasing my sadness. My hatred for Tasha only grew and my love for Andrew remained, despite what happened.
I didn't want to keep anything from my mom, so I decided to just tell her. I told her about Tasha and everything that she's done to, and I explained how obsessive she is over Andrew.
I then went further into my rant, to finally reveal the real reason I was such a mess. The one guy that I've felt all these feelings for, is having a kid.
"According to her, she's pregnant with his baby." I finished. I saw that my mom was still processing everything that I had just said.
After a moment her eyebrows were raised, as she stared at me finally understanding my pain. "And she's certain that it's his?"
"I don't know, that's what she's insisting on." I replied sitting up. I hugged my knees close to my chest.
"I mean was she.. involved with anyone else?" She questioned in deep thought.
"I have no idea."
"This Tasha girl, is a freshman?"
"Yes." I clarified. The shock in her countenance returned, along with a tinge of disappointment.
"Wow.." I rested my head on my knee cap, as I embraced the emptiness I felt inside. I felt the same feeling I had after Valentine's Day, only ten times worse. "I really liked that kid too."
"Me too mom." I agreed.
"Andrew was it?" He asked.
"That's him."
"Andrew was so sweet, how could he do something like that?" It seemed as if she were trying to figure out her own question. I just shrugged my shoulders as we continued in silence.
"I really wish I didn't have to go ash, but I have to catch my plane." My announced. "Call me if you need anything, I love you." And with that she kissed me on the forehead.
I went in for a Quick hug before she'd be gone for who knows how long. "I love you mom."
And with that she left my room, leaving me broken and empty. In a matter of minutes I lost my best friend and the person that I loved.
I wish things didn't have to happen this way, but they did. They just happened to get so screwed up just like that. In a blink of an eye we were in ruins.
Andrew's P.O.V
I watched as she walked away yesterday. The sight of her tear stained face was something I would never forget. The pain I knew I caused her wouldn't be forgotten.
I really messed up this time. Everything was pretty great until Tasha felt the need to bombard me with this news.
Her words still haven't registered into my brain. It almost didn't feel real when she said it.
I'm pregnant.
Those two words repeated over and over again in my head. Something doesn't feel right. I mean yes we did get together more than a few times, but how did I know there wasn't someone else?
I was pretty careful. I always am. I'm always prepared for things like this so I don't know how this happened. I wasn't planning on having kids anytime soon. Not until I've found the right person, and matured a bit.
There was no way I wanted kids with that nut case. If this really was my kid, that just meant that this was just another thing that tied us together.
Just my luck am I right?
And on top of that I lost ashley. In only a matter of four days, I lost her before I even had her. How incredibly pathetic is that?
Things were actually happening like I wanted them to for once. I was finally starting to find some form of happiness, and in an instant it was all gone.
A big part of me was missing. The girl that made me feel things I didn't even know I could, was gone. Ashley freely will probably never want to talk to me again. I know that things will never be the same between us, but I don't want to lose her.
In the few months that I've known her, everything felt right. My life was finally going in the right direction. After everything that I've been through, she was the one good thing, the one good person I had in my life.
I just knew that she was the one. Believe me I know how full of it I am. I never thought I'd say that about any girl, but too bad get over it. I'm saying it about this one.
I can't lose her. I don't know what I'll become if she's not around.
I need to talk to her. I need to apologize and to show her how much she really means to me. Ash means the entire world to me. With my dad and brother gone, my mom living off alcohol.. I have no one.
My uncle has a whole family of his own and I just cease to exist. I had no purpose before I met her. It was all about who I'd find next, and selling the weed was because I needed, to keep our house.
That was the story of my life.
I walked into school ignoring everyone that tried to approach me. I gave Tasha the cold shoulder and I headed for Ashley's locker, determined to speak to her.
The closer and closer I got I only saw her three friends at their lockers. Maybe she's running late.
"Hey, Callie right?" I called out to a a thin girl with strawberry blonde hair. She turned around narrowing her eyes.
"It's Colleen.." she corrected me shutting her locker.
"Have you seen ash? I really need to talk to her."
"No actually I haven't. Sorry." And with that she walked away with the other two girls.
Ugh!
I doubt that she'll be coming to school at all today. I need to talk to her though. I need to tell her what she means to me, that I need to her to stick with me.
This is a very confusing time for me, and I need her.
I took out my phone, calling her a few times, eager to get her on the phone. I waited and waited as each ring brought me to the same voice machine.
I texted her multiple times, pleading inside my head that she'll at least read it. That maybe she'll reply.
But nothing..
Getting her back won't be easy, trust me I know. But there was no way I'm giving up now. This girl will be mine, no matter what it takes.
I will get her back.