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A/N: I hope I found all the names of all the people who normally comment on my chapters, shout out to you guys because ya'll are the reason I update<3 You'll love this chapter on a Friday...

"You think he'll like it?" I ask devilishly to Ellie.

"No, of course not," Ellie replies, rapidly shaking her head no.

"Then it's perfect!" I grin, evilly.

I slap the last sticky note on top of his locker and step back to look at my artwork.

Locker 241.

Colby Brock's locker.

He's my arch nemesis, this dickwad can suck it because I'm much cooler than him.

I had just finished my ultimate prank. I got the locker combination from Nush, who's friends with Ayanna, who's friends with Mallory, who's friends with Cecilia, who's friends with Hannliegh, who's friends with Nita, who's friends with Latisha, who's friends with Zoe, who's friends with Athena, who's friends with Bella, who is best friends with Jake Webber, which, is who had the combination.

YEAH, it took a lot of effort to find it but it's not like Colby wouldn't do the same.

Because, oh yes, he would.

That maniac is out to get me.

I just finished spray painting my initials, in pink spray paint, and saying how cool I am.

Answer: I'm very cool.

And to top it all off, I just plastered a various amount of sticky notes across the whole front of his locker saying, "I love Koalas more than my family, I'll donate all my lunch money for a whole village full."

Sounds pretty bizarre, but I mean, it's still hilarious.

Ellie and I just finished it all.

Oh shoot! Here he comes!

"Ellie! Er... I mean, Caw-caw!" I squawk at her. She hears my alarm and she pulls out her phone to record as I round the corner to get ready to jump out and say he just got P-P-PRANKED BRO.

Colby says bye to Sam as he turns and stops dead at his colorful locker.

He murmurs while reading the sticky notes, "Wha- the fuck...'I love Koalas more than my family, I'll donate all my lunch money for a village fu- ASHLYN NEIL!"

I jump out beside him, while Ellie records, "YOU JUST GOT P-P-PRANKED, COLBY BROCK!"

"You fucking retard, what the hell!" He angrily shouts, ripping sticky notes off from the locker.

"Now, now, C. Brock, retard isn't the right profanity and shouldn't be used on Blue Valley High school property," I mock, crossing my arms.

"You're so funny a ha ha ha," He says, waving his arms sarcastically like a girl.

"Open your locker," I smirk.

He groans with agony, "Ugh, nooo. Not the inside of my locker too." He puts in his combination and opens the door, to be greeted by little, er, a lot of confetti. I forgot I added that in there.

Oh fucking well, that was amazing.

"Do you like my little message?" I burst out laughing, "I'm very cool."

"Oh, just so cool, hahaaa, not," He sarcastically says again, looking at the rainbow confetti scattered under his locker and in his clothing and hair.

Before leaving, I ruffle his colorful papered hair.

"I'm not cleaning this!" I say, waving goodbye and telling Ellie to come too.

I turn and walk down the school corridor.

"Ya know, maybe I'll keep it!" He shouts after me.

"Whatever!" I call back.

"I'll get you back Ashlyn!"

"Ashlyn!"

"ASHLYN!"

/////

"ASHLYN! WAKE UP, HELLO ARE YOU OKAY?"

"W-what?" I say, putting a hand over my head.

"You freaking blacked out! Some car literally just smacked you, kinda. We need to get you to a hospital. Like now," Colby says, rushing me to my feet.

"Ugh, how'd I black out?" I say, taking his hand. He opens Sam's car and leads me into the passenger seat.

He gets into the driver seat and begins to drive out to the hospital. He quickly asks siri where the nearest one was and he's now driving to wherever siri told him.

"You okay, kinda?" He asks.

I touch my forehead, it was bleeding and it sent a real bad thumping to my head.

"Peachy. Now, how'd that car hit me?" I ask, flinching at the stinging.

"Well, you were walking across the street but some car hit your side and it basically just pushed you onto the ground. It didn't run you over, thankfully, but it pushed you down, hard, onto that concrete street. Glad you woke up from that little black out." He says.

"Thanks for helping me..." I say with a little gratitude. I could've lo-key died.

If being dead was lo-key...

"Yeah, but quit speaking, we don't need anymore stress on your head or brain. Who knows what you could've damaged that had to make you black out?"

I doubted it. It wasn't really hard, if I was having some sort of brain or trauma issue, I would be having some sort of chronic headache. I know this because I'm studying to be a doctor, hello! But I mean, better be safe than sorry. I just nod, and silently sit in Sam's car.

Time to go to the hospital...

/////

"It's just a minor scrape, the black out must've just been from the impact of your cranium colliding with the street, and your knees are easily heal-able. No major damage was taken upon you, miss." The doctor says to me.

I was put into a small medical care clinic and I was seated on one of those check up beds. Colby stood next to me, worrying about my health.

"So, she's fine?" Colby asks, to clarify.

"Yeah, I'm fine dimwit," I say to Colby. Idiot, that wasn't hard to understand.

"Ah, like she has said, she is perfect. You two didn't have to actually come here, nothing you couldn't have taken care of at home. I understand that the black out must've been a little scary, but she's fine." The doctor replies.

"Good," Colby and I both breathe out.

"Well, we'll get you signed out and you can leave after filling out a little paperwork at the front desk if you wouldn't mind," The doctor smiles.

"Thank you," I say to him as I get up and leave.

"No problem, just take some Advil, and you'll heal in about two weeks. A month at the most."

We say thank you again and Colby and I head to the front desk. I tell the woman my name and she gives me some papers to sign and all that jazz.

After a short amount of time, I hand them back and Colby and I walk out. They gave me a pack of ice for my head, some bandages for my knees and ankle, and band-aids for my palms.

Not my best day.

/////

"You sure you're fine?" Colby asks, breaking the car silence.

"Did you not hear the doctor? I'm fine, I don't need your pity," I say, flat out.

"I wasn't giving you any pity!"

"Yeah, I can hear it in your fucking voice."

"My god, why you gotta be so bitchy!" He retorts.

"Me? Bitchy? I'm no ignorant fuck at least," I shout.

"I may be a lot of things, but I'm no ignorant fuck you ugly damn gypsy."

"See, here we are again! Calling me names just like in High school. Wait, but that never stopped even after high school, did it?" I reply sarcastically.

"N-no, Ash, I don't ever mean these type of things!" He stutters with frustration.

"Oh yeah you do! You mean every single word. Stop trying to deny shit!"

"Anything I ever call you isn't ever true!"

I cross my arms, "Stop trying to flatter or make the situation any better, it's not working."

"But it's not true!" He defends.

"You lie, and lie, and I don't buy it."

Colby rolls his eyes, "I don't lie, you just don't trust me and I feel like I'll never get your trust."

"You're probably right."

"You just love to pick fights, it's just your natural talent huh? Did you get straight As because you picked a fight with every teacher who gave you a B?"

I gasp, "I earned those fucking As, unlike you who wooed Mrs. Gertrude by bringing her favorite chocolate every single class!"

"It wasn't every single fucking class, it was every holiday! Plus she liked me anyways!" He says, his eyes burning into the road ahead.

"What person in the right mind would like yo-" I stop mid-sentence. I couldn't go on if I were to complete that sentence. We bicker like children and we have crushes on each other like children. We're two fucked up children with stupid feelings.

Colby looks at me with a combination of anger and confusion.

"Finish that sentence," He demands.

"No, I can't," I whisper.

"Yes, you can," He responds.

"Colby..." I drag, looking at him.

"Ashlyn, finish the fucking sentence, or I'm stopping this car," He says a little louder.

I hold my breath, I can't finish that sentence because it's not true. The whole point of us talking was that I was suppose to admit, reveal, confess, my affection towards him but I keep bursting in a fit of sass and anger. He's getting the memo.

"Ashlyn! Finish the god damn sentence or I'm stopping the car!" He now shouts.

"Then stop the car!" I yell back, with frustration.

He leans the car to the side of the rode and slams the breaks abruptly. A few moments of silence pass, where we didn't look at each other, didn't speak, and didn't move.

Until he looked at me with his big blue eyes.

"Why won't you finish that sentence?" He whispers.

"I can't lie to you either," I say in a hushed tone, looking forward.

Colby stopped the car to look at me, and I was feeling so much pressure.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

I think about his question for a second and turn my body to him. I look into his deep ocean eyes and see my world in his grasp. There's no other way to say that I am consumed of him and it sucks.

"Do you lie to me? Why, would you lie to me? Colby, you're cruel sometimes. Y-you, make me want to forget that my life in Blue Valley didn't exist, you make me want to jump in front of another car. How-why do you still put up with me, after all these years!" I exasperate.

"I lie, and I lie to you but you can't, I repeat, you cannot say you haven't lied to me either, you hypocrite! But I'm not lying when I say, that I like you. I can't believe, I could never imagine me, liking someone I compete and fight constantly with. It sucks because-"

I press my ice pack harder to my forehead, "Oh be quiet."

Colby replies, "No! You need to know something Ashlyn Neil. You need to understand that people lie, and even though lying is wrong, I lied for the right reasons."

"Stop it!"

"AND I now realize that I should have never lied about my stupid crush for you! You hate me, I know, and I'm such a kid for teasing you and being an asshole every time you slip up and-"

"Brock, shut up!"

"I kept this in for so long, and you need to know this, despite the fact you hate me, despite our whole rivalry, despite our past but, Ashlyn Neil, I like you and-"

"Stop talking!"

"I'll scream it off rooftops, sing it at the top of my lungs, say it over a megaphone, I-"

"COLBY!"

"WHAT?"

"I like you too."

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WHO'S LIKE "FINALLY THEY ADMIT IT?" I know I am, and I'm the fucking writer. THANKS FOR 6K+ READS HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

But anyways, hey ya'll. On 5/24/17, I was fucking crying, like BALLING because I got my first B+ on a major writing assignment and I'm literally a writer, it's my strongest subject, and this damn teacher gave me a B fucking plus. It sounds petty, because a B+ is a goodish grade still, but I have such high standards for myself and am really disappointed because I know I could've done much better and all my friends are asking me what I got while they all got good fucking grades and I deserve a fucking A. *Sighs* I was so embarrassed that I cried for a solid 10 minutes in the girls bathroom and ate my lunch their w/ my best friend maddie. My other best friend who is a dude was REALLY douchey and we tease each other when one does better than another but I told him to stop making fun of me this time and he literally made me want to cry, and it sucked. I know I'll get over it sooner or later (And I have now bc im look at this 5/26/17 lmao) but all I wanna do right now is eat bbq chips while cuddling with my boyfriend. That's my lil rant.