[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/embed.php?text=Ashley%20Cunningham&name=Claudette%20aime%20le%20Chocolat.ttf&size=50&style_color=DC143C[/img]
[img]https://secure.static.tumblr.com/5c1b2a9f6ecdbd1d037b4916a6b1c648/pbfqpx9/j6nndzej1/tumblr_static_tumblr_static_68tip7ec5v48swsgkkkcwsogc_640.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Grimm H.S.: Coach's Office[/center][hr]
	Ash melted into Marc and nodded along with his words. She knew that the way she was acting with Marc was wrong and that Al would be mad if he were to walk in on them now but she knew that wasn't a possiblity. She had just gotten off the phone with him and he was still in LA but had suggested that he come to Indiana to help her and keep her safe. Resting her head in the crook of Marc's neck, Ash played with the buttons on his vest as she considered everything that had happened today.

	Her two oldest friends had gotten back together after a decade of silence and bad feelings between them. Old classmates of hers had been found dead, one of which was found in her best friend's old prom dress, another that had been found in her old prom dress and yet another was her ex-boyfriend. And now? Now Ash was laying wrapped around and being held by her other ex-boyfriend who's tuxedo had been found on the now deceased ex-boyfriend who had been alive only hours previously. This was getting complicated and was starting to hurt her head. Who would do something like this? What had this class done to someone that was so bad that they would resort to this? She felt like crying still but her body had apparently ran dry as her eyes couldn't produce any more.

	Looking up to Marc, Ash smiled a little, as forced as it was, and pulled herself away from him and stood up dusting herself off and smoothing her dress out. [color=crimson]"I think I need to freshen myself up a little, excuse me for a second."[/color] She grabbed her purse and walked over to the Coach's desk and sat down as she grabbed out her make-up case and handheld mirror as she began to fix the mess her face had turned into in her moments of hysteria. She kept glancing towards Marc in the reflection of her mirror and felt her chest tightening like it had used to do all those years ago. 

	When she was done fixing herself up, Ash turned in the chair and looked to Marc with a questioning gaze in her eyes. [color=crimson]"Marc... Why did we never work out?"[/color] The question had been one she had always meant to ask but never really had the guts to do it. Now with people dying from their class it seemed that if she didn't ask the question now, she might never get the chance to do it. She didn't want to live her life with regrets and doubts anymore.[hr]