I drank sprite tonight, knowing how uncomfortable it made Ashley the last time I had a beer. My buddy, Tim, had just told a funny joke when I felt somebody tap my back. I spun around to see Lindsey. Quickly I looked around for Ashley, a little confused when I couldn't see her. "Where's Ashley?" I asked. Lindsey had a confused but pained look on her face. "I don't know what happened. One second she was fine, and the next she was running, saying she couldn't be here.” She said in a daze, as though she couldn't really figure out what had happened. "What do you mean she was running? Where'd she go?" I asked immediately. Lindsey pointed down the highway. I could just barely see Ashley’s figure running to her car. I bolted after her. I might have made it to her too, if only everybody hadn't been stopping me to tell me how good of a job I did at the game. "ASHLEY!" I yelled. I saw her twist her head right before she opened her car door. She just shook it and climbed in, driving away moments later. 'What the hell just happened?' I asked myself, running my hand through my hair, deciding what I needed to do. I turned around to find Lindsey and Bryan standing there.
