Disconnected

“Tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps
Here in the moment on the dark side of the screen.”

The Moore Mansion
The Kitchen
11:54 AM

I slathered the hazelnut chocolate substance of Nutella onto a piece of bread. At the moment, a hearty breakfast was the only thing that would make me happy.

It was the first weekend back from spring break, and classes at NYH were getting tougher than usual. It was annoying times ten, for I was in no shape to spend the rest of the school year treating to stress pimples.

Bzz.. Bzz.. Bzz.

A vibration from my phone caused me to accidentally sink the knife into the bread as an instinct of panic. “Really?” I grumbled, as I produced my gold iPhone 5S from the back of my shorts. I checked the caller ID and raised my eyebrows in surprise when I saw who it was: Natalie Collins. 

I finger-tapped ‘accept’ and asked, “Hello?” into the speaker. “Whatever it is, this better be good. You made me ruin my breakfast. And aren’t you supposed to be on some island with no cell reception?”

“Dude, chill.” Natalie’s giggle wafted out of the phone. “I returned, like, an hour ago from vacation. Anyways, Grace called me and asked me if all of us should do a spa day. How does that sound?” ‘Us’ referred to Nat, Jocelyn Taylor, Brianna Riley, Grace Brooks, and me. I smiled excitedly, even though she couldn’t see me through the phone; a spa day was exactly the thing I needed at the moment.

“Sure. But do we have to do it now?” I slapped down a fresh piece of bread from the plastic bag, and scooped up another portion of Nutella. “I’m kind of making breakfast.” Natalie discussed that all five of us would be meeting at my spa in an hour and finally hung up.

After finishing my breakfast, I went up to my room. It hasn’t changed much since I was thirteen: I had stuck with the same pale blue-and-white theme, because I’d never gotten tired of it. Also, I’d read in Seventeen that blue was a very relaxing color. I could take all the relaxation I could get.

The Moore Estate
The Spa
1:04 PM

I had prepped the spa up for the girls as much as I could in the last twenty minutes I had left. My brother had held some senior party in the spa during spring break, and hadn’t even bothered to clean up after himself. Empty bottles (of Coke, don’t worry) lay on the slightly scuffed floor and sticky spots were prominent on the counter’s once-polished linoleum. But I’d managed to do a pretty good job of tidying up the place.

Ding, dong.

The spa’s doorbell rang out, causing me to accidentally drop a plastic bottle of Coke. I tossed it underneath the couch and crossed the room to get to the door as quickly as I could. All the while, I thought to myself, I really need to learn not to be startled by tiny sounds.

“Hey!” I opened the door with a smile, and, as expected, my best friends stood on the other side. 

“Hey!” they replied in unison.

“I’m hungry, where’s the food?” Jocelyn whined. I smirked; I’d been expecting this.

“Oreos are on the counter,” I answered, making way for them as they entered the spa. Soothing music played on loop in the background the scent of lavender trickled from the microscopic holes in the ceiling. The chandelier casted rainbow-colored shapes across the entire room and the limestone Zen fountain sprouted water from the dolphin’s mouth.

The entire theme of the spa was magical, until the sound of Jocelyn crinkling the double-stuff Oreos bag ruined the moment.

“Lemme guess, your brother had another party?” Natalie drummed her fingers on the counter. 

“Is it that obvious?” I winced.

“No. But I just noticed when I saw the bag of empty Coke cans in the corner.” She rolled her eyes and gestured to the crooked plastic bag in the corner. Suddenly, the doorbell rung again.

I exchanged confused glances with the rest of the girls. Everyone seemed to be here at the moment. When I opened the heavy mahogany door, I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that it was only my mom. The sight of her stopped all of the thoughts in my head that it might have been a serial killer.

“Hey, sweetie. Since you’re having a spa day with your darling friends, I just thought it wouldn’t be a hassle to include one more member to your party,” she said. I was about to protest that this was not a party, when she stepped aside to reveal a girl that I knew very well.

“Angelica?” I gasped. 

“The one and only!” Angelica crowed. My mom backed away and set off towards the main house, oblivious to the what-the-hell-mom glare I’d just given her seconds before. 

I hadn’t seen Angelica in about a year or so; but she still looked the same. Her raven-colored hair was still attacked with violent frizz, and her clothes looked like they’d been shipped from GAP Kids. 

“What are you doing here?” Grace asked, emerging from behind me. “Ash, I didn’t think we’d be inviting anyone else.”

“We didn’t.” I spoke through gritted teeth. 

The rest of the day was not very enjoyable. Angelica kept on butting in on my conversations with Natalie and Brianna. Angelica finished all of the Oreos, much to Jocelyn’s disappointment. And poor Grace was stuck with having to share Essie’s “Mint Candy Apple” with her.

All in all, this day did not go very well.

Bonjour, my beautiful, lovely readers.

» This post was boring and not the best. :[ Sorry about that. But hurray, I posted.

» I’ve reached 8K views! Thank you all so, so, so much.

» As you’ve probably noticed, I changed my blog theme back to Forever. Sorbet was kind of frustrating me (don’t ask why) so I just switched back to my old one.

» I’ve updated my About page and my Contact page, so be sure to check ’em out. 

» The A-list has been disbanded. I just didn’t like the idea of being in a clique, so Natalie, Jocelyn, Brianna, and Grace are just my best friends. Don’t worry: we’re just losing the name, that’s it.

» I’ve ended some of my blogs.. My current ones are this one, Logan Bradford, and Claire Lyons.

I love Magcon, so when I found out that some people are leaving and their name is going away, I literally had a mental breakdown.

Stay Lovely,

– Ashley Moore

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Tough Love

It’d been three months since I’d dropped out of WCS to attend New York High. Three months since my old L.A. friends moved to NY to be in my clique. Three months since I’d resumed my post as the dominant alpha.

The sound of my Jimmy Choos click-clacking against the freshly polished linoleum floor of New York High blended in with the sounds of NYH’s after-school noise. The sound of girls laughing and guys cheering filled the locker-lined halls as all the students hurried in an effort to get off of the school campus as soon as possible.

A smile grew on my face when I finally reached my locker. Somehow, the rowdiness that filled the halls always made me feel better. Unlike my former school, WCS, New York High wasn’t all about posh and poise. Here, football was more important than footwear. Students watching Channel 5 was more common than wearing Chanel No. 5. Sure, there were some girls who shared the same taste in style as me, but it was less worried about here than it was at WCS. New York High was like a second home to me; it was familiar, comforting, and no one judged each other for their fashion.

“Hey, Ash!” Cade Thompson, one of my best friends, approached my locker enthusiastically. Cade was one of the first people I met at NYH, and we’d bonded over the same music taste. Ever since he and I had chatted non-stop about Sleeping With Sirens, Pierce the Veil, and Panic! at the Disco, we’d been like brother-and-sister. Cade was taller than me and had a reputation of being the sassy football captain. Despite our close friendship, I’d never felt attracted to him in a romantic way.

“Hey, Cade.” I stuffed all of my books in my navy JanSport bag and then slammed my locker door shut. “What’s up?” I always felt reassured and never in the need to act all impressive around him.

“Nothing much.” He grinned mischievously and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his skinny jeans. I used to warn him that wearing skintight skinny jeans would cut off the circulation in his legs, but then he’d pointed out that I wore even skinnier jeans. I had shut up about it after that.

“What did you do?” I narrowed my eyes, my good mood quickly diminishing. 

“What do you mean?” He casually tugged on the hem of his Nirvana shirt and bit his lip coyly.

“Of course. You’re going to smile like an idiot and I’ll think you did absolutely nothing wrong.” Pure sarcasm could be heard in my voice. “The last time you smiled at me like that, you spray-painted my car.”

“I did nothing wrong!” Cade paused. “But you have to admit, your car did look pretty awesome covered in spray paint.”

A quick snapshot of the memory flashed into my mind of my car looked like it’d been puked jelly beans on to. “Not really.”

“Whatever. Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted to come to Starbucks with me.” He fiddled nervously with his black lip ring. I’d always pestered him if getting a lip ring would hurt or not, but he’d told me that if I got a lip ring, he’d shoot me in the head.

I raised an eyebrow. “As in, a date?” As I’ve said before, he and I didn’t have any romantic feelings for each other. So why was he asking me to go to Starbucks with him?

“No, you moron.” He rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his dark blonde hair. “I lost a bet to Brent and now I have to buy him one of those yellow croissant things.”

I rolled my eyes back. Typical. “Fine, I’ll go with you. But for the record, they’re called butter croissants.”

He scoffed, but didn’t say anything else. As we walked out of the building, I couldn’t help wishing that going to Starbucks was going to be a date after all.

Hello, my lovely viewers! 

I have a couple of things to say, so let me cut straight to the point. 

• I’m so sorry for the super-long hiatus, and it sort of ranged on for three months.. Yeah, sorry about that. I can’t promise you that I will be posting more, but just stay patient until I find a permanent posting schedule.

• I changed my theme to Sorbet instead of Forever. WP updated something and I couldn’t get the annoying borders off. -.- If there still is a way to get the borders off, could someone please tell me? I know this makeover isn’t my best, so I’m sorry for that!

• I know, I know. The A-list girls were not in this post, and I originally planned to have them in here, but I kind of got lazy and just decided to write about them next time. Also, I’m not planning to have auditions for The A-list, because I like being a solo-blogger, as crazy as it may sound.

• New FaceClaim: Sarah Fisher! Please don’t use her, because I’ve claimed her on WCR. I’ve also claimed Chrissy Costanza for future use as well.

• Cade’s FaceClaim is Luke Hemmings from 5SOS. I’m just using Luke, because I want you all to have a good picture of who Cade is in your mind. 

• TBH, I don’t know whether Ash and Cade should be together, but if ya’ll want to ship ’em, their name is Cash. ♥ Beautiful, right?

• I reached above 7.8K views and currently have 229 followers. Thank you all so much, this literally means the world to me! 

• Currently, my website addictions are WeHeartIt (Please do not use any pictures from my ‘DNU’ set!) and WattPad. Anyone else just love reading good fanfictions? Comment below some fanfic suggestions, because I love discovering new stories to read.

Ciao for now!

Stay Lovely,
– Ashley Moore