chapter 7

“So…what was that in the restroom earlier?” I ask Ashley while taking another sip of my juice. I’ve been back at the diner for a good twenty minutes now, and this is the first time anything has been said between us. I should have now I would have to be the first to talk, most the time I always am.

It’s almost time to go and Ashley’s been cleaning the whole time I’ve been here. She’s only looked at me a couple of times, that’s the only reason I haven’t left yet. I have questions. I want to know what her deal is? I’m I just a game to her?

“How was that thing you had to go to?” She asks turning around, leaning her elbows on the counter. I sigh and look away from her.

“Why can’t you just answer my question?” I ask not wanting to play anymore games. She looks down and starts playing with her hands. I can’t believe this. “Ashley…” She want look at me, so I start to get up to leave.

“I don’t know Spencer, ok.” I sit back down. Ashley looks up at me, then back to her hands.

“You don’t know?” Is this girl bipolar or what. Minutes go pass as we sit there not talking. I keep replaying the restroom scene in my head over and over again. Why can’t Ashley just tell me how she feels about me, why can’t I just tell her?

“Hey…” My thoughts are interrupted when Ashley sits on the stool next to me. I didn’t even notice her walking around the counter. She takes one of my hands into hers. “You have soft hands, I like them.”

“Yeah.” I say looking at my hand, she’s playing with. “They don’t do enough manual labor, to get rough.” I tell her.

“Enough? Try any.” She says with a little bit of attitude in her voice. I quickly take my hand back. I’m sick of her attitude and games.

“What’s that suppose to mean?” I question getting up set. I hate when people judge me, when they know little to nothing about me.

“Calm down. I was just saying…”

“You were just saying what?”

“The truth.” She says it so simple. Like she knows exactly what she’s talking about.