Ashley Goldren

Ring ring. The bell for class to start rings. I don't care, I have bigger problems. I just committed a sin last night, not like I wanted to, I was not in my right mind. I am the stereotypical white girl- perfect blond hair which I tied back today. I go to church with my parents every Sunday, help at a pet shelter, get good grades, and am pretty. But I made a mistake last night.

 I walk into English late. Mr. White looks up. Glad you could join us Ashley please take a seat and try to be on time next time and goes back talking about how this year’s English was going to be different he was going to push us to our limits, blah,blah. I take a seat next to a boy with strawberry blond hair and he looks as though he is going to cry. Oh well that's his problem I still have mine, I had sex last night with my friend and if my parents found out, Oh god I don't want to think about it. 

Last night was supposed to be a fun easy going night, I was going to go home and study and then go to bed. When Nick texted me, “Hey want to go to Syell's party?” "I don't know." I replied. "I have to ask my parents." “Fine hurry up”. I ran downstairs to the living room where Mom is on the couch reading. Mom can I go out with a friend. Sure she says without looking up from the book she's reading. "K thanks." I shout as I head for the front door. “Don't be out too late” she calls after me. “K i'm in” I text Nick. “Great i'm out front” he texts back. I run out the front door the night is clear and you can see some of the stars even through the light polluted air.

 A blue pick up pulls up and I get in. “Ready?” Nick grins at me from the driver's seat. “This is your first party isn't it?” he questions as he starts to drive away. His truck smells like cologne and cigarette smoke, I thought he stopped that habit. I glance at him. His black hair is glossed back and he wears a leather jacket. He glances at me “This is your first one right?” he says again raising a eyebrow. “Oh yeah” I say.

 I look at him “Can you do me a favor?” I ask. “Depends on what it is” he replies looking ahead while we cross an intersection. Can you make sure I don't end up drinking anything or doing anything stupid? You know how my parents are if they find out I went to a party, much less drank they will skin me. “You’re the only friend I can trust other than Lila but she's not here” I say. He pulls the truck over, we’re here he says. “Nick? Will you?” He looks at me “Yeah I'll take care of you don't worry.”