Chapter 1
"Ash? You in there?" said a strange boy's voice, breaking through my sleepy daydreaming.
I felt a warm hand run through my hair.
"Oh, come on Ash! Class is over!" said the voice, and I suddenly recognised his voice, it was Dan! Oh, Dan is my almost-ex-boyfriend. I tell him it's over all the time, but he doesn't get it, and I don't really want to end it.
"What do you want?" I mumbled, feeling ed, why did he wake me up?
"Hello!" he said, sounding frustrated, "Class.Is.Over!"
I laughed silently in my head. No matter how much I wanted the boy to get it that I wanted it over, even though I didn't really, he is very cute. And funny. Well, he is definitely handsome, even for a seventeen year old. Feeling less ed at him, I stretched out my arms and stood up.
"Finally." he said, and he hugged me so tight, I swear I stopped breathing.
"Oh jeese Dan, have you been drinking at school?" I asked as I recognised the beery smell surrounding him.
"Oh hell yeah! Everyone's doing it!" he said happily.
"By everyone, do you mean you, Miles and Toby?" I asked innocently.
"Um, yeah." he said nervously.
I laughed at his embarressed expression. He look slightly ashamed.
"Well, um, beer is...um...beer has...uh...beer tastes good!" he protested.
"Oh, whatever, it's really bad for you!" I shot back at him. Damn the boy is stupid. "Anyway, I'm going home, are you staying or coming?" I asked.
"Um, coming of course!" he replied.
Just before I walked out of the classroom, Dan lifted his hand hesitantly. Before I could move away from him, he ran his fingers through my hair.
"I love you hair, Ash." he said.
His voice had gone all deep and husky. Well, who doesn't love my hair? I mean, come on, it's a deep cherry red and it's long and thick. Even my dad says it's really nice, and he's my dad. My inner gushing was interupted. By Dan's lips. I shoved him away from me.
"Dan! Now is not the time!" I said angrily. I scowled at him and strode away. And, of course, he followed me.
"I didn't mean to. Kissing you is, like, second nature." he said apologetically.
I sighed wearily.
"Dan! You need to get a grip! We. Are. Over!" I half-yelled.
"Oh, Ash, no matter how many times you say that, we'll never be over. We love each other too much!" he replied.
As I had a slight nostalgic moment, remembering the good times from when we were kids, I recognise
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