Southern Belle

Ch. 3 The Letter of Life or Death

"So, what was the drama last night?" Evalyn groaned. She grabbed a nail file out of her back pocket and started moving it quickly on the tops of her nails.

"Oh, nothing really. Just that my drunk grandfather, pervert cousin, Mel, Chase, Ash, and Ash's father came over for a destructive dinner that possibly ruined my entire reputation. I've never been that embarrassed in my entire life." I shoved a book into my locker with a great amount of force. 

"Ash?" Her eyes bulged out of her head slightly. "I didn't know you guys are pals! Hiding secrets from me, Miserabelle? You probably have a double life. You know, quiet waitress during the day. Fiesty, sexual prostitution whore at night." Her eyebrows wiggled up and down.

Remind me, why was I friends with her?

"Oh yes. When I'm not studying, working, farming, cleaning, cooking, or eating, I'm drinking alcohol and screwing every single guy that even looks at me."

She rolled her eyes in response and began to file her nails again. "Now tell me, what's up with you and Ash."

"Nothing. My family thinks I need a boyfriend or something—"

"And you do."

I shot her a glare before continuing. "And I don't. Anyways, my family and Ash's family set up this dinner, so we could meet and then maybe get together. It was totally awkward. Worst of all, I tripped into one of the cakes face-first a the end of the night."

Evalyn stopped moving the file and bursted out laughing. Her face turned tomato red, and she leaned against the locker for support. Her hands clutched her side tightly as she gasped for air. "That's priceless! I wish someone videotaped that."

"I don't! After I pratically shoved my face into that cake, I ran upstairs and wouldn't talk to anyone for the rest of the night. Then, at like midnight, Mel came into my room and started telling me to show off my legs in school tomorrow, so then, Ash would forget about the cake incident!"

 She basically giggled even harder; her face was blood red. "I c-can't...e-even.." 

Let me tell you, her laughing sounded like Chewbaca and a bullhorn combined into one. She just wheezed and wheezed until she barely could speak anymore.

"You know what," I stated angrily, "I'll just go now since you're obviously no help."

I wanted to make a dramatic exit, but today was not a lucky day.

As soon as I turned around, I bumped into someone, making a hot beverage spill all over that person.

That someone was Ash.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" My eyes scanned his red flannel shirt, which was drenched in coffee. It stuck to his stomach, so I could clearly see the outline of his well-defined abs. "Sorry!"

"Don't worry about it, Belle. It's just coffee; I'm not going to die from it," he snickered, removing his flannel shirt right in front of me. He had a tight black shirt underneath. It was so tight that I could see the outline of his abs even more.

I just stared at them for a few seconds without even talking. Right now, I probably was drooling like a puppy.

"Like what you see?"

I snapped my head back up, so I could look at him in the eyes."What? Oh, sorry I was just thinking about how I can make this up to you. I mean, the dinner last night was terrible, and now, I just threw a steaming hot beverage all over you!" My voice was as high pitched as three-year-old girl. I clutched my books even tighter in my hands, shaking as I waited for his reply.