Nicks P.O.V.
Where the hell was Ashley? Danielle had just called me to pick up Ashley because Marsha was tied at work, and I had spent the last half hour looking for this girl. And worst of all I had an hour to get back to school and I had no idea what she looked like. Not that I minded completely. This girl looked kinda friendly, kinda tired, but definitely hot. I followed her and she weaved through the crowds and wondered who she was.
"Sodo you have a name?" I asked her.
She nodded, but seemed to ignore my implying question.
"Does it say what waiting station shes supposed to be at?" She asked me.
I checked the information Danielle gave me.
"Um, yeah. Waiting station E."
I saw the girl spin around and sigh.
"Thats the one I was at."
I blushed. Wow was I dumb.
"Oh. Sorry."
She stared at me for a few moments, making me blush even deeper. Then she whirled around and led to the seats. There were about a hundred girls sitting there, all chatting happily. Ashley could have been any one of them. Just as I was about to ask what to do, the girl hopped up on one of the seats.
"Excuse me. Excuse me."
No one paid any attention.
"HEY! SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!"
The whole station fell silent.
I had to admit, I was pretty impressed. Most girls around here didnt have the guts to do that.
"Whats the girls name?"
It was a minute before I realized she was asking me that question.
"Oh! UhAshley."
"Is there an Ashley from Connecticut? Ashley from"
I watched as the girl hopped down from the seat.
"Found her!"
The whole room went right back to chatting, as if nothing had happened. I, however, was confused.
"Wait? Wheres Ashley?"
The girl turned to me.
"Ashley Robinson. And you are?"
Great Chapter (:
MrsNickJonaas 2 years ago