Now
I never could have fathomed that a kiss could blow up a friendship like a dynamite stick. But hey, in hindsight, maybe I should’ve picked up on the signs. I mean, I’ve never really been known for my stellar choices when it comes to matters of the heart or anything remotely resembling a functioning relationship.
So here’s how this dumpster fire started: we were all just goofing around, playing truth or dare like a bunch of High-schoolers. And guess what I picked, when it was my turn? If you think dare, DING DING DING, Obviously. But, that simple dare was the catalyst that sent our lives spiraling into a twisted Rom-Com nightmare.
When our lips collided in that daring act, a seismic shift occurred in the universe. It was like we broke some invisible contract, Ashleigh yanked away from me like I had just sprouted an extra head. Her face looked like she had just swallowed a whole lemon, and my sad, fragile heart was impaled by her shock.
The rest of that night? Total blur.
Luke and I got into an epic brawl? Check.
Ashleigh made a break for it and bolted from the party? Oh yeah.
Oh, and let’s not forget the pièce de résistance: Ashleigh, in her bewildered state, ended up crashing her car. Talk about adding insult to injury. And in the wreckage, along with her memory, our once-blossoming friendship was turned into roadkill.
Yep. Story of my life.
