A/N-Just letting you know that Ashley's charcter is supposed to seem a little bit bitchy at the beginning, but she's going to learn her lesson. I'm basing this very loosely on The Frog Prince, and if you recall, the princess was pretty snobby in that at the start.

It’s every girl’s dream to kiss the frog that turns into a prince. Who hasn’t wished that they’ll be the one who finds the guy that everyone is a little “Um…what?” about, but after a makeover and a shopping spree at American Eagle, he’ll win Most Improved, become an Abercrombie Model, make your friends say “Ooh, he cleans up nice!” and be the perfect boyfriend. Of course he’d never stray, because you saw him for who he really was underneath that ugly exterior.

Yeah. Right. So, what if you kiss the frog and he turns into a prince…but instead you become the frog?

Yeah, it starts to become a little less glamorous right about there.

I was just Ashley Segale. Your everyday eighteen-year-old, enjoying her last summer before college. And if you think there’s not a social hierarchy that summer, you’re wrong, because where are all the parties going to be, then?

And it was at a party that I kissed him. I can’t even say that I was high or anything because I wasn’t. On the last day of school, you don’t really need to get high to be crazy. So it was a scene like any other, having fun at the graduation party, drinking and laughing and dancing. And everyone was there, no matter how popular or unpopular (or, to put a finer point on, whether or not they’d been formally invited).

And after all, it was my party, so what should have stopped me from doing what I did, which was stripping down to my fire engine red bikini, and jumping in the pool.

What I didn’t expect was for someone to be standing there.

“Hey!” I shouted. “Why aren’t you partying?”

“For the same reason you aren’t.” He walked out of the shadows and I winced. What was Chase Anderson doing at my party anyway?

“You’re no fun, you know that.” I pouted. “I’m going back to the party.” I got up out of the pool, dripping, and went to find my clothes, slipping into the mini-skirt easily. I felt my pocket. “Oh my god, my phone is gone.” I looked into the distance. “I think it’s in the grass somewhere.”

Chase nodded and shrugged. “It probably is.”

“Can you get it for me?” I begged. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Chase shrugged again and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I guess.”

He wasn’t even drinking. This guy really was no fun, I decided. Why wasn’t he talking anyway?

Well, it might have been because of that whole embarrassing-him-in-front-of-the-whole-school thing in ninth grade. But whatever! That was four years ago! Shouldn’t he have been over that by now?

He shuffled back, holding my phone in his hand. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” I stuffed it into my jacket pocket, which I’d left lying on the ground. He seemed ready to go. “Hey, wait.” I called, grabbing his wrist to stop him from leaving.

He turned around. “Yeah?”

“I told you I’d do anything…” I breathed.

“It’s OK, I don’t need anything.” He replied curtly, but his eyes were telling me a different story. “Look, Ashley, I-”

“Chase-” I broke off. Fuck it, I thought. It’s the last day of school. You’ll never have to see this guy again. Or so I thought.

I pulled him closer to me. “You haven’t been in the pool yet, have you?”

“Uh, no.” Chase seemed uncomfortable.

“It’s about time!” I giggled, and pushed him in, then jumped in afterwards.

He came up for air, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Ashley, I’m in my clothes-.” He looked ready to say something else, but whatever it was, he never got to say it, because he broke off mid-sentence, and pulled me closer towards him, and kissed me.

It was a good kiss, there’s no denying that. But then there were the crowds of people who had gathered around the pool to watch it. And they had their camera phones. Oh, yeah, I was screwed, but too stupid to stop, because it was such a good kiss, and because I didn’t know what else to do.

It wasn’t until the commotion had died down that I realized what had happened. I’d kissed Chase Anderson. Chase Andersen.

“Oh, shit!”