I wake up in a rush, knowing that I overslept. I rush to get ready and run downstairs, relieved when I see my dad is already gone to work. I grab my jacket and walk out of the door. I know I'm already too late anyway so I slow down my walking.

I arrive at school when I see Ashlyn smoking at the same place she first talked to me. Which was yesterday when she asked me if I wanted to smoke and I refused. I give her a quick glance and walk past her, but her voice stopped me. "You're too late, goodie two shoes." the brunette says mockingly. I stop walking, but don't say anything. After thinking about my answer I say, "I'm not the only it looks like." and I look her in the eyes. "Oh so the girl has a voice." she says, thinking she's funny. "haha very funny." I say, fake laughing. We look at each other and become silent again. I walk away. I don't wanna be even more late than I already am.

Standing in front of the classroom door, I'm scared to walk in. I just know that all the attention will be on me. After a minute of trying to calm myself down, I open the door. I walk inside and see everyone looking up at me. My English teacher says, "You're late, Miss Jones." I can feel him judging me. "I- I'm sorry sir." I say hesitantly. "Take a seat." he says, still judging me. I sit down at a different seat than usual. Someone took mine probably thinking I wouldn't show up.

5 minutes later Ashlyn walks through the door. "Miss Green, you're very late." he says, looking a lot more mad now, because another student is late. Even later than I was. She doesn't say anything, while scanning the class for a free seat. Until her eyes meet mine. Her eyes stay there for a second until walking to the only free seat left in this classroom. The teacher looks very mad, since Ashlyn did not even say anything. He decides to continue with his class anyway, since every teacher knows how Ashlyn is. You could say they are kind of sick of her.

I'm taking a walk, since school just finished and I don't wanna go home yet. I decide to take a different route, than normally. Walking somewhere I've actually never really been before. I suddenly stumble across a skatepark. When I see a familiar person skating there. I look closely and see Ashlyn skating with her earphones in. It looks like she really enjoying it. I don't notice I'm staring, until she suddenly looks back. I immediately look somewhere else, I don't wanna look like a stalker. I feel her still staring at me, so I decide to just continue with my walk. I didn't even know she skated. I think there's a lot I don't know about her. I think nobody really knows anything about her.

I wake up late at night, I look at my clock and it's 11 pm. I try to close my eyes again, but I can't seem to get these certain eyes out of my mind. These eyes that keep looking at me in class. The eyes that intimidate me, but still make want to keep staring back at her. Ashlyn's eyes. Those beautiful green eyes. I snap out of it when I hear the door shut loud. I hear some very loud noises downstairs after that. I open my door softly and look down the stairs, to see if my dad's okay. I see him standing there, almost falling. Because of that I know he's been drinking again. He suddenly looked up the stairs and sees me standing there. "What are you looking at?!" he says aggressively. He only acts like this once he drinks. When he doesn't drink he just ignores me. "I- I was worried, but I'll go back to my room then." I say softly, trying not to make him mad. I walk back to my room and close the door. I'm pretty sure I won't be able to sleep now. Because even when he acts like this, I still worry about him. I decide to take a walk. I just hope he won't notice I'm gone in the middle of the night. Who am I even kidding, he wouldn't care anyway.

I got ready to go outside very silently, so he wouldn't hear me. And now I'm at the edge of my window, climbing out of it. I've never done anything like this, I'm usually the good kind of girl. This is the first time I'm sneaking out of the house.

I'm walking, until an idea pops into my head. I start walking, the path I remember taking. I'm here again at the skatepark. I'm not sure why. But I felt like I had to come here. I walk into the skatepark when I see someone sitting there on their skateboard with a cigarette in their hand. I recognise that brown wavy hair. It's Ashlyn. She notices me and we have another staring contest. Ofcourse we do. We always do. I clear my throat and I walk up to her and sit next to her on the ground. It's silent for a couple of minutes, until she speaks up. "Are you following me or something?" she says with a scoff. "No, I don't know why I came here. I thought nobody would be here." I say softly. "You want a hit?" she asks, pointing her cigarette my way. I shake my head once again, knowing that I shouldn't do stuff like this. "Okay then. Keep acting like a good girl I guess." she whispers. I scoff, "Well I'm not goodie two shoes for nothing, am I?". This made her laugh. It sounded genuine. I've never heard her laugh. It sounded cute. "What sounded cute?" she raised her eyebrow, now looking at me again. "What?" I ask confused. "You know you just said 'that sounded cute' out loud right?" she says, finding this very amusing. I roll my eyes, "I didn't say anything." I say, denying it. "Sure." she mocks. And the silence is back. But it's a different kind of silence, it's a comfortable one.