English class came and Daniel didn’t look at me once. Not only had he ignored all of my text messages, but he was also ignoring me in class. Wonderful—back to square one.
“Okay, who wants to present their flash fiction first?” Daniel asked.
No one raised their hands. Stupid flash fiction. Stupid teacher for assigning flash fiction. Stupid life.
Daniel frowned, looking around. Then a bright smile came to his face. “All right, Avery. Thanks for volunteering! You’re up.”
Avery groaned. “Come on, Mr. Daniels. I didn’t volunteer,” he huffed and puffed.
“Oh…well okay. Then you were lucky enough to be picked. Get on up here.”
Avery dragged his body up to the front of class as Daniel took a seat in one of the abandoned chairs in the back of the class. Avery was a bigger kid, and the idea of hearing him read flash fiction would have made me smirk last week. But today, my eyes were puffy and I was PMSing and just all around annoyed.
Avery cleared his throat and cursed under his breath, stating how stupid this was. “Boobs, booze, football. This is the life.” The classroom snickered; his football buddies hooted and hollered. But I noticed Avery frown. Daniel must have noticed it too.
“Try again, Avery,” he said from the back of the class. I didn’t turn around to see him.
Avery gave a sigh, cleared his throat, and read from his paper. “Searching for more, but not smart enough to get there.”
Ryan and I started clapping for him, and the rest of the class laughed. “Loser,” coughed one of his teammates. “Fat loser,” joked another. He rolled his eyes and slugged them as he walked by.
It was always the jokes that hurt the most.
Avery pushed one of his teammates. “Yeah, well, this fat loser gets more girls than you.”
Ryan laughed to himself. “Doubt it.”
Avery shot his eyes over to Ryan. “You got something to say, Turner?” What was it with football players always calling people by their last names? Did Avery even know Ryan’s first name?
Ryan rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair. “Not a word.”
“Figures. You never really did seem to have much to say.”
Avery made his way back to his desk. The rest of the class all went up to read their flash fiction, but Ryan’s was my favorite.
“Stars exploded and I was born. Please call me Tony.” He said it and no one understood it—except me. Ryan winked my way and I smiled.
That left me to go next. Daniel didn’t even call on me, but I wasn’t surprised. His ignoring skills were on point. I walked up there with no paper in my hands and stared Daniel straight in the eyes.
“Identical twins except with death. Romeo’s quest to find Juliet.”
I saw the struggle happening in his eyes. Not knowing what to say, not knowing how to react.
Ryan asked Daniel to come up with his own flash fiction when he moved to the front of the class.
“Shakespeare, kisses, lists. The vision before reality. Dream once more.”
I hated him because I hiccupped and had tears falling down my cheeks. The class snickered at his flash fiction, but it wasn’t funny.
“That doesn’t mean anything!” Ryan argued.
The bell rang and Daniel chuckled to himself.
“All right, everyone. Great job today. Make sure to read chapters one through three of To Kill a Mockingbird for tomorrow. Rumor has it that there might be a pop quiz.”
Ryan groaned as he tossed his backpack on. “It’s not a pop quiz if you tell us about it, Mr. D.”
“Not all rumors are true, Ryan, but it’s best to plan as if they are.” Daniel smirked.
I rolled my eyes. I hated his smirks.
Sigh.
I loved his smirks.
Ryan told me that he would see me at lunch. There were only a few more students left in the class. I moved over to my desk and picked up my books. “Mr. Daniels, I have a question on the reading assignment. Do you think you can help me?”
He narrowed his eyes on me. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?” That was the most he’d said to me in the past hour. The last student walked out of the room and he sighed. “Ashlyn—”
“Is it because of the letter I gave you? About loving you? Because if it is—”
“Ashlyn, no. That’s not it. I swear.”
“Then it’s simply because you’re a jerk?” I waited for the response he never gave me. “I have another letter for you from my sister.” He arched an eyebrow.
I placed one down on his desk. On the front it read: #25. Broken Hearts Club. He sighed, reached for it, and opened it. As I watched him pull out a photo of Gabby, I gasped. I almost lost it completely right then and there when I saw her. She was looking straight into the camera, holding up both of her middle fingers. That’s my girl.
On the back of the picture were the words “F*ck you for hurting her!” in black sharpie.
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t.
Daniel smiled. “She had your charm.”
He was wrong though. Gabby was a lot more charming than I was. “You told me you wanted me to be yours…” I whispered, moving closer to his desk.
“I know, Ashlyn. And I do… It’s just… It’s complicated.”
I rolled my eyes. “For a very smart guy, you sure are a complete idiot. I’m the definition of complicated, Daniel. What’s the deal? You ignored me all night because of your brother—”
“Are you talking about me?”
There he was again, standing in Daniel’s doorway looking at us. I turned to face him and saw the shock in his eyes from seeing me.
“Oh… Oh wow.”
Oh no.
“This is new, huh? Going for the students, are we?” He moved into the classroom and sat on the edge of Daniel’s desk.
“It’s not what it looks like, Jace…” Daniel said in a low growl.
Jace.
I didn’t know the devil had such a sweet name.
“Really?” He leaned in closer, whispering to Daniel. “Because it looks like you’re f*cking your student.”
My mouth dropped wide, shocked by his words. “We haven’t—”
“Ashlyn!” Daniel hissed, slamming his hand against his desk. “Don’t talk to him.”
“Don’t worry. I just dropped by to say hi. Here.” Jace pulled out a piece of paper and slapped it into his brother’s hand. “Call me for a little brotherly bonding later on. I’ll bring the beer. You bring the chicks?” He gave me a full-grown smile and I wanted so much to knock him out. “Just make sure mine are legal. I already did enough time behind bars.” He disappeared from the classroom, leaving me astonished.
Daniel’s jaw clenched and he lowered his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “I need you to leave, Ash.”
“What does he have on you?” I wondered out loud.
We had been fine until his brother showed up. For a split second, I could’ve sworn we had even been…happy.
He ignored me. I released an uncomfortable laugh and squirmed around in my shoes before I turned to walk away. I’d been so stupid to even think for a second that we were us.
I should’ve never stopped by to see Daniel weeks ago when I saw him standing alone in the cemetery.
I should’ve kept walking. I should’ve pretended I hadn’t seen him.
But I had seen him.
And for a small moment in time, he’d seen me, too.