10
Six days had passed, and I hadn't heard a word from Ashton, let alone seen a glimpse of him. I was kind of worried, worried if it was because of me, why he hadn't called, I doubt it, though. Maybe he was avoiding my crazy mother, who didn't even know I was gone that night I was with Ashton. She thought I was in my room watching netflix all night, didn't even bother to actually check. Typical, for her. My mind never stopped churning with questions about Ashton, I still needed to figure him out, amd I had made it a goal that today right after school I would call him as soon as I got home, and ask him to hang out.
I was distracted all day, and once I stepped off of the bus, I pulled out my cell phone. I scrolled through my many contacts, skipping over Ashton's number a few times. I caught myself staring at my phone while furiously biting on my lip as I stood in my front doorway, yet to make a decision. Maybe I shouldn't call him, maybe this was a test, maybe this was just a one time thing. He's seeing if I'm into him, yeah, totally. I rolled my eyes, I'm such a pussy when it comes to boys. Grow some balls, Charlotte. After ten minutes of contemplating, my thumb hit the call button, and I set my phone on speaker, and ran up the stairs and dove onto my bed, setting my phone on the bedside table. I bit my nails subconsciously, staring at the screen.
One ring, no answer.
Two rings, no answer.
Three rings, no answer.
Just as I was about to pick up my phone to hang up, I hear a rustling crackle on the other end as Ashton answers. He seems out of breath, as if he had just finished excercising. I sat in silence, waiting for him to speak. There was more rustling on the other side, some hushed yelling, the slam of a door, and then an exhausted sigh as I heard the familiar sound of Ashton laying back in one of his bean bag chairs. The thought of seeing him get all comfortable made me smile, but that smile quickly disappeared when Ashton finally spoke, his voice was very unenthusiastic, it gave me instant goosebumps, and a slight rush of disappointment.
"What," he said, his voice monotone. It wasn't even a question, but a statement. I inhaled, trying not to think too hard, I just wanted to let a conversation run smoothly.
"Hi," I breathed. I heard more rustling on his end, then the creaking of springs, as if he moved from the bean bag to his bed.
"Oh," I heard him inhale sharply, "Hey, Charlie. Didn't know it was you..." He sighed, instantly relaxing, I could tell by the slurring change in his voice. I chuckled half heartedly.
"Didn't you save my number?" I asked slowly, not wanting to sound too disappointed, I don't think that worked though.
"New phone," he muttered, his voice changed again, he was almost whispering. " 'Sup?" He strained his voice into sounding interested, but I immediately knew he wasn't.
"I was just thinking about you," I said with a smile, trying to lighten up the room, "Do you want to come over?" He immediately answered, barely giving me time to finish my question.
"With your crazy mother," another statement that was meant to be a question.
"Yes," I sighed, looking down at my crossed feet, playing with my toes, "She doesn't have to know you're here.." he cut me off again.
"She comes home in ten minutes," I was slightly startled, glancing at the wall clock in my room, he was right, it was ten minutes until 5. But how did he know what time she came home? The question buzzed around in my head, I fought myself to not ask it.
"Yeah, just, come in through my window." again, as if he knew every sentence I was going to say, he began to cut me off as I said the last word.
"Your second floor window?" He laughed in amusement, "There's not even a tree to climb by your window." I was beginning to get a little creeped out, how the hell did he know this?
"You can climb up on the lattus on the air conditioner, it isnt too far up from there," I heard a hum on the other end, then a pause as he thought about it.
"I guess," he said, my heart practically leaped from my chest, I was about to squeal, but kept it cool.
"Okay, cool..."
"See you in ten." He muttered as he hung up the phone. As soon as the line was dead I leapt to my feet, squealing like a fangirl, I had done it! I danced my way around my room, then paused. I had gotten Ashton to come over, but we didn't exactly have any plans on what we would actually do. Movies were boring, video games were out of the question as I sucked miserably, and we couldn't leave the house together because of my idiot mother. I sat down with a frown, looking at my clock. Mom would be home in five minutes. I stood up, walking over to my window. I unlocked it, lifting it open all the way and removing the screen so that Ashton could climb through when he got here. I walked downstairs, running through all the basic chores I had to do. Just as I finished putting the dishes away, Mom walked in, setting her keys on the counter. "Hello," she said, taking her sunglasses off, looking me up and down.
"Hi," I said in an almost whisper, stadning awkwardly. There was a pregnant pause before she spoke again, pointing her index finger at me.
"Your outfit is cute," she said. I glanced down at my black jeans and camoflauge tank top. It was literally an outfit I had worn a hundred times.
"Uh thanks," I said, awkwardly shuffling from foot to foot. I looked up at the clock in the breakfast nook, Ashton should be here any second, "I have homework to get to," I said as I rushed past her. She didn't say another word, her eyes simply followed me up the stairs until I was out of her sight. I rushed into my room, shutting my door. I let out a sigh of relief when I turned around to see that he wasn't here yet, but as if on cue, I heard a grunt and saw a hand grab my windowsill, followed by messy hair and the signature face that could only belong to Ashton Irwin. I smiled, helping him climb in. He was out of breath and leaned against my mattress, motioning a hand toward me.
"I had to fuckin...park my car like..two blocks away...." He spit out, making sure to keep the volume low.
"Why?" I looked at him. He could've just parked it on the other side of the block. He shook his head.
"I got here quicker than I thought," he caught his breath, sitting on the edge of my bed, "And apparently your mom did too, I was literally about to get out of my car when she pulled in. Luckily, I have mad ninja skills and ducked down before she saw me, so I moved my car just to be extra ninja," He smiled, puffing out his chest like some superhero. I laughed, nodding.
"Oh yeah, how ninja of you. At least you didn't get caught." I said, sitting next to him. He looked me up and down, giving a nod of approval. "What?"
"I like your outfit," he smiled. I looked down, holding out my hands.
"My mom said the same thing less than five minutes ago, I swear I've worn this one million times since like eighth grade." Ashton shrugged, and we sat in awkward silence.
"So whats the plan?" He asked suddenly, rather urgently, and it startled me.
"Nothing, honestly," I shrugged, "We can't really leave, and we can't really do anything outside of my room. So....we're stuck.' I laughed. Ashton looked at me, and slid closer, so that our hips were touching.
"You mean here? In your room? On your bed? Alone?" he cocked his head, and moved his hand from my bedspread to his thigh, slowly creeping it towards my knee. I squirmed a little bit farther away, practically falling off my bed.
"Well my mom's downstairs, but yes, we are, stuck in my room." Ashton followed me so that we were touching again, and his hand now grabbed my knee. He squeezed gently and leaned in, his chest brushing against my arm.
"How perfect," his voice was a low growl, his lips grazed my cheek, and he inhaled, running his nose down to my collar bone. he softly began to gently kiss me, making a trail back up my neck. I closed me eyes, fighting back a groan, but then I realized what he was doing, and I jumped to my feet.
"Ashton!" I said, crossing my arms across my chest as I stared at him. He looked up at me, raising his shoulders.
"What?"
"No," I scolded him. He looked down into his lap, a smirk on his face.
"You mean this isn't what you wanted?" He seemed confused.
"No," I furrowed my eyebrows, "Well, I mean," He looked up at me, waiting for an answer, "Not now."
"Then why am I over here?" He seemed increasingly disappointed the more we talked. I was almost disgusted, did he think I wanted to fuck him?
"Because I thought of you, and liked hanging out with you, and I wanted to again," I looked at him.
"So you don't want to have sex?" He played with his feet.
"No! Why would I want to have sex with you?" His head shot up as I shouted that, and I was immediately embarrassed, my face turning red. "I mean, do I look like a slut? I mean, you're really good looking and all but..." I was suddenly interrupted by a fit of laughter, Ashton tipped over onto his side, holding his arms against his stomach as he couldn't stop laughing. I crossed my arms, confused. "What?" He wiped his eyes as if he was wiping away tears.
"You're so funny," he chuckled, "I'm totally kidding, it's perfectly fine." He laughed, "You're so gullible." my face flamed red with embarrassment and anger, I stomped my foot.
"You're so fucked up! You don't just kiss a girls neck and start to feel her up and then say 'LOL JK'!" I rolled my eyes, turning away from him, "Ass." I muttered. Ashton laughed harder, then stopped, when he realized I wasn't joking.
"Oh damn," He said, standing up. He set his hands on my shoulders and turned me around to face him. He held me, and I looked down at my feet, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry, I thought it'd be funny," he said. For some reason my eyes began to tear up, and I shook my head. Ashton frowned, lifting my head up with his hand. He pushed my bangs out of my eyes, "I'm sorry, Charlie. Are you really gonna cry over this?" He pulled me in for a hug, but when I didn't hug him back, he let me go. I shrugged and shook my head, wiping away the tiny tears that had formed.
"I don't know why I'm crying," I sniffed, "But that was a dick move." I glared at him. He was still frowning, standing infront of me.
"I didn't know you'd take it so hard. I guess it was though, and I really do apologize," he was panicking, as if I was going to end our friendship right there. "Please forgive me? Breakfast Club Princess?" His attempt to make me laugh didn't quite work, but I did crack a small smile. I punched him playfully.
"Fine, Breakfast Club Criminal..." Ashton smiled, coming closer to me. He lifted his hand, softly rubbing my cheek.
"You're tearing up again," He sighed.
"I know." I nodded.
"How come?" I shrugged and he stared, I knew the answer, but I reall shouldn't say it, but screw it. I grew one ball today, might as well grow the other.
"You," I simply nodded.
"Me?" He looked down at his feet, then back to me. I nodded. "What about me?"
"You're weird. You're funny. You're bipolar. You're complicated. You're a criminal. You just..." I paused, "Look I know we just met and its been like a little over one week but I...I like you. And I want to figure you out. And I don't care if that takes me days, months or years. I'm interested in you, Ashton Irwin."
He said nothing, simply gave me a blank, emotionless stare. I immediately regretted what I had said, but he stepped forward, grabbing my head with both hands, before violently planting his lips to mine, kissing me as hungrily as he could. I stood in shock, but soon, our lips moved together as one.
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this chapter was lame peace out
