Chapter Two– Last Train Home

Ashley’s Point of View

The moment I stepped off the plane, Kyla’s words never left my mind. ‘What did she mean when she told you that I could fall in love with her too? Does that mean she’s…competition for this supposedly really hot girl I’ve never met?’ I fiercely thought to myself as I made my way inside the strange smelling Ohio airport. I highly doubted that she would get in the way of me hooking up with someone since she is heterosexual. I mean, why do I even care? I don’t even know this Spencer Carlin yet and it’s driving me insane knowing that Kyla might be a little into her as well. God, I missed out on so many things while I was with Aiden. That may be why I’m jealous of my mom and Kyla already knowing these people before me.

After being in Ohio for no longer than five minutes, I was already sick of the smell inhabiting the airport. What was it? I don’t know but I intend on finding out. "Ash, will you wait up for us? Jesus, slow down!" I hear a shrill voice call out behind me. I look over my shoulder and my mother was trying to run in heels alongside of Kyla. I smirked, despite the disgusting smell irritating my nose, because this was quite amusing to see. As soon as they caught up with me, I start walking faster again. I really wanted to locate our bags as soon as possible because of the damn shit smell swallowing my body unforgivingly. Kyla placed her hand on my shoulder and giggled as she tried to keep up. "Damn, Ash, I didn’t think you were that desperate to find the girl of your dreams! Slow down, babe." I hear her say to me. I turned to her, still walking backwards though, and sold her my best smile. "Can’t keep up with the competition, huh?" I questioned her mockingly. Before she could respond, she and my mother stopped dead cold and motioned for me to stop immediately. Of course, it was too late for me to listen. I should have really watched where I was going. Because in the next instant, I found myself stumbling into the arms of a young blond who squealed loudly enough for the whole airport to hear. I found myself struggling to get off of her shaking but surprisingly toned body. The security ran up to us, grabbing my arm roughly and spitting on my face while I was trying to apologize to the poor girl. The long haired blond stood up, her knees were wobbling as she tried to make eye contact with her ‘attacker’. Before my chocolate brown eyes met hers, Kyla, my mother and I tried to explain that it was an accident. "Hey man, chill! I’m not a goddamn creep or anything, it was an accident. I wasn’t watching where I was going!" I stated viciously, now looking at the girl in front of me.