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 --Ashley's View--

"Shit!"

I looked at my alarm clock with huge bug eyes. It was 7:00. I'd never get ready and get to school in time. I ran over to my closet, and yanked the chipped white doors open.

"Hmm...what to wear?"

I was thumbing throught skirts, top, jeans, jackets, everything. I finally picked an elbow length, somewhat fitted green top that said I LOVE TO LOVE AND HATE TO HATE, paired with dark, lowrise jeans, and a gorgeous white sweater. I slipped on a pair of dark brown boots and ran out of my bedroom. I slid into the bathroom, locked the door, and got out the straightner,

"Damn! Now it has to heat up."

I groaned while waiting for the straightner to reacher neccesary temperature. Finally, it had. I took small sections of my chocolate brown hair and began straightning.

"Ahh!"

Ouch! That burnt so bad. Oh well, I had to suck it up, school started in 16 minutes. It took me 7 minutes to finish my hair and put on my make-up. I only did a half-way job cause I couldn't afford to be late. I walked out into the chilly November air and hopped into my car. I put the keys in the ignition and turned them. With the radio turned off (I just wasn;t in the mood), I sped my way to Clearlake High School.

--Ryan's View--

"Perfect."

I swept my hair to the right side so it was partly covering my eyes and headed out the door.

"Hmm...That's funny."

Normally Ashley's car was at the school by the time I start walking.

"Oh well."

I started my walk to school, but Ashley immediately entered my mind.

"Dude, you can't like her, she's your best friend's sister!"

I have a serious problem with talking to myself, I know. But how could you not like Ashley, she's perfect?

"What am I thinking? I have a girlfriend!"

As much as I tried to think about my girlfriend, Lily, Ashley kept entering my mind.

"Get a hold of yourself. You're 14, she's 17, she's never gonna like you!"

There I go again, talking to myself. I look down to see my green polo hanging losely over my dark blue jeans. Then I look at my shoes, nice, new, and white.

"I do look pretty good."

Just as I was about to enter the school doors, Ashely's gold porsche (her parents aren't exactly rich, but it was her sweet 16 gift from her whole family) screeched into the school's parking lot. She jumped out, looking amazing as always, and ran to the school enterance. I was so busy eyeing her, I didn't realize I was late for 1st period, and so was she. This was just great. Wait I lied. This is better than great. Now I can sit by her in detention.

"I'm such a loser."

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