I didn’t sleep at all that night. The only thing I could think of was how I opened up to Ashley just to have it thrown in my face. I guess I kind of know how she felt when I gave her the cold shoulder. But at least I wasn’t trying to pretend that everything was okay and scheme behind her back. I can’t believe I was going to give myself to her and there was another girl in her bed THE WHOLE TIME. I guess it could have been worse; I could have actually looked past my suspicions and just slept with her anyway. Yeah, that would have been way worse. This was just a sample of what was going through my head that night, not to mention finding the girl that Ashley just slept with. And another thing was, Ashley was leaving her apartment when I first saw her so was she just leaving that girl in her bed to pick up another one? So many questions about that night were left unanswered but I don’t want to hear the answer to them, afraid of what might be unveiled.

Now I’m on the way to class, of course the one with her in it, and I’m not going to play the girl who sneaks in the back and prays that she doesn’t see me. This time I’m not in the wrong, she is. I walk in to see that Ashley’s not in her usual seat and I let out a sigh of relief as I take the one beside it, my normal seat. My body tenses and I sit straight up in my seat when I see Ashley walk through the door and try to avoid eye contact, try being the operative word. She must have taken the hint because she didn’t sit next to me and as much as I don’t want to admit it, I missed her sitting next to me.

I hated that it bothered me that she was sitting so far away. I kept glancing back to get just a glimpse of her and see if she was looking at me. My eyes wandered around the room the slyest way I knew how and I finally spotted where she was sitting only to see her staring right back at me. I dramatically turn around in my seat and I notice a crowd of people staring at me.