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She sat up, looking around at everything in what seemed like perfect order.  Noah tossed her a towel and jogged into the kitchen.
                          
"You're helping me practice for football tryouts!" he shouted from the kitchen and Ashley got up, rolling her eyes.  She jogged up to the bathroom and did her usual routine, putting on a pair of booty shorts, a red and white crop top, and black sneakers.
                          
When she walked into the kitchen Noah looked her up and down before slamming the fridge door to distract himself.  She grabbed an apple and took it with her, throwing one at his head.
                          
"Practice is going to be useless if you don't eat healthier, Noah," she laughed and grabbed her phone, shoving it in her pocket.  On her way out the door, Noah tapped her shoulder and started running, having Ashley follow behind him.
                          
They ran to the school where they walked easily onto the football field and we're greeted by other players.  Ashley glared at him and everyone else.
                          
"Why are there people here?" she sighed and sat down on a bench, looking up as everyone talked and laughed.  "Hey!" she yelled and got everyone to shut up.  "Why are there people here, Noah?" her eyes slanted in anger and he sighed, rubbing his forehead.
                          
"You're here to help all of us practice.  Your brother is on the New England Patriots, correct?" Ashley groaned in disgust at the name.  
                          
"Yeah," she sighed and stood.  "Fine," her hands dropped to her pockets and she looked at them with a smile.  "50 suicides, go!" she shouted the commands and sat and watched as each one of them delved in pain.  "You guys are out of shape," and seethed between her teeth with a small smile and glanced around, expecting Jason to be watching from afar.
                          
"What, are you expecting your boyfriend to show up?" one of the players looked at her and laughed, causing Noah to grip him by the collar.  "Woah.  Okay dude.  Settle down," he put his hands up in surrender and looked at Ashley as she nodded for Noah to put him down.
                          
She continued to shout commands, waiting for Jason to randomly show up out of the blue, which he did so often.  "Take a break," she heard the relieved sigh as she walked off, scaling the sane oak a yesterday, looking around.  The sounds were soft and the chatter from the football field were muted, giving her the ability to close her eyes and think of Jason.
                          
She looked down and sighed, disappointed that he wasn't there.  Her feet hit harshly against the ground as she landed.  She walked back to the field, noticing the fear on the player's faces.  Her words never came out as she walked right last them and towards the front of the school.  
                          
She caught a glimpse of Jason in the trees and started jogging towards them, standing behind him as his shaky breaths landed on the uneven ground.
                          
"Jason?" she put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him before he turned and kissed her slowly and deeply.  "Is everything okay?" she grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes as he shook his head slowly.  "What's wrong?" her hand tightened its grip on his as he concealed his shaky, terrified breaths.  All he did say kiss her again, running his hand along her cheek as a tear fell down his.  
                          
"Jason!" Mr. Gerard's voice carried through the forest and Jason turned to her, leaning into her ear.
                          
"Run.  Run and don't look back, don't stop."
                          
Mr. Gerard hobbled into the clearing and Jason sent Ashley running, following up behind her.  The terrain was tricky to stay upon and Ashley turned her head slightly to see Jason's face teat streaked.  Before she could turn her head, the blast of a gun behind him sounded and a bullet penetrates Jason's head.
                          
He dropped, sending her heart plummeting.  His body lay, lifeless and cold on the ground.  Ashley stopped, crouching down beside Jason as she held his head in her hands.  A small smile lied upon his face and a tear walked its way down his cheek.  Her mind wandered to one night which she heard Jason leave with Noah out the door.
                          
"I love her," he had said.  She cowered and sobbed, holding his lifeless hand in hers.  Anger coursed through her and she lunged at Mr. Gerard, grabbing him by the neck.
                          
"Please," she pleaded, getting too weak to stand.  "Kill me."