Scarlette
My cheeks burn with a raging fire.
Partly from the embarrassment from the stares I received all evening and the other part from smiling and cheering for Ason. After winning ten to fourteen, the team raced off the field. Pulling Macy to the parking lot, I ignored her complaints as we left before the partying began.
After Ason smiled up at me during the game, a few people had tried to ask me what was going on between me and Ason. Of course, I had no idea what to say. A few girls were even giving me evil glares and Tara, the girl from the video and one of the school’s cheerleaders, glared at me all throughout the game.
“I don’t understand why you didn’t want to stay,” Macy said, pouting next to me as I drove out of the school parking lot.
The lights from the field faded behind us as I drove away. Our prestigious academy had college level sports complexes. It seemed a little over the top, but I guess that’s what you get from a school that caters to Savannah’s elite.
“Didn’t you see how people were looking at me?” I asked her, trying to keep my focus on the road.
Macy’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Hell yeah, I saw how everyone was looking at you. Scarlette, I’ve been getting texts all night. People are asking who you are, how you know Ason, and what is going on between the two of you,” she says, showing me her phone.
I shake my head, refusing to let this mania get to me. Inside, I’m nervous as to what this all means.
After I drop Macy off at her house, I drive home with a bundle of nerves filling my stomach. My parents are home for once and when I walk into the kitchen, they greet me.
“Scarlette, we were surprised that you weren’t home,” my dad says, offering a hug.
“I went to a baseball game,” I tell them.
My mom, who was busy wiping down the kitchen counter, stops and smiles brightly at me. “Really? That’s a nice change,” she states.
“It was fun,” I say.
I talk to them a few more minutes before finally heading up to my bedroom. The last thing I want to do is try and explain me and Ason to my parents. I barely understand it myself.
After showering and changing into a pair of pajamas, I crawl into bed with a mystery novel from one of my favorite authors.
I see my phone lighting up as a call begins to come through. It’s Ason.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Where did you go?” he rushes out.
I can hear people talking in the background.
“Oh, I had to get home,” I lie.
“I wanted to celebrate our win with you,” Ason states, and my heart aches.
I feel bad for leaving without saying anything to him. I was just too nervous to stay any longer. I had to get out of the stadium before the crowd had a chance to ask me any other questions.
“I’m sorry I left before I could say congratulations. I hope you enjoy the party,” I say, cringing a little on the inside.
“If you aren’t coming, then I am not going to the party,” Ason growls out.
I shoot up in bed. Ason is so crazy.
“What?”
“I’m leaving the stadium now. I’m coming to your house. Get dressed,” he states, and then the phone goes dead.
I hold the device in my hand, trying to figure out what just happened. Ason infuriates me, but I can’t help but fall to his embrace.
I jump out of bed and quickly pull on a pair of jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. When I return downstairs, my parents are watching a movie in the living room. They both look surprised to see me dressed again.