Indecisive ~ a.i

Chapter one

Ashton's pov

"BYE MOM, LOVE YOU!" I yelled as I closed the door, rushing to get to the bus stop. It was approximately 8 degrees outside and quite frankly I wasn't too ecstatic about standing in the freezing cold for ten minutes. I pulled my beanie over my short, messy hair. My skin was pale and my hands felt extremely numb. The combination of snow and wind pricked my face like tiny needles. My best friend Monty was standing in his usual spot with a cigarette in hand. He shot me a welcoming grin as I approached him. He raised the cigarette to his mouth then exhaled, forming rings of smoke in the air. He looked as if he was going to a funeral because he was covered with black garments. He had at the very least three layers of clothes on. "Well don't you look nice and toasty." I mocked.

He shook his head at me and let out a slight chuckle. "Hey, better this than hypothermia."

I laughed in response and looked down at my watch, which read 7:15. I stood there shivering. "Only five more minutes until the bus gets here" I sighed to myself.

I was relieved when I saw the bus pulling up to the curb. I don't think I could've taken the blistering cold any longer. I made my way onto the bus and slid into an empty seat. Monty sat down beside me. "Man, I can't believe that in less than six months we will be done with this place. We'll finally be able to live our lives." Monty said, staring out of the window.

"I can't wait. I just can't believe that I'm going to be an actual adult and won't have to deal with pointless math problems anymore."

"Well technically, you'll have all of college to deal with even more pointless math problems! Have you decided where you wanna go yet?" Monty asked.

"No, not yet. I know I have to decide soon but its tough I mean, this is my future we're talking about. I've been trying to decide between these two phenomenal colleges where I can major in literature. But the crazy thing is, I'm actually considering a music career." Monty looked up at me with a shocked look on his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there. I thought that was just a phase. You aren't seriously going to ditch your brilliant writing skills to become a musician, are you? I mean that's not just something that you can give up. You have a gift! And not to be a downer or anything, but factually speaking here, what are the chances of your music career taking off?"

I sighed and stayed silent for awhile, completely lost in thought. I loved music and I wanted a career. How could Monty doubt me and think it's just a phase? What am I a moon? But on the other hand, writings my one true love. I tried to take my mind off of my future for a second before I started to have a panic attack and asked Monty about his college plans.

"Well I was thinking about finding a sick party school. Just think about it, drinks, weed, and lots of ladies. I don't know about you but that sounds pretty good for me." My mouth hung open, struggling to find the right words to say that would motivate him to change his mind. He must've noticed the expression on my face because he broke out into laughter. "Relax! I'm just joking. I haven't given it a lot of thought. I'll figure it out sooner or later."

"Well shit man you better start. You're a fucking senior!" He shook his head and laughed. The bus finally came to a halt. I made my way down the steps of the bus with a sigh. Only a few more days to go and I'll never have to do this ever again.

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Monty and I walked side by side through the congested hallway. Couples making out, girls gossiping, and guys having competitions to see who could toss a piece of paper into a trash can from the farthest distance. Apparently they think they're going to grow up to become a mini Kobe Bryant. Monty gave me a quick wave goodbye before heading to his class on the left of us. I returned the gesture and continued on to my class. I pushed through groups of congregating people, talking about things that won't even matter in less than a year, who wore the best clothes, got the best grade on that english paper from last week, and the latest upcoming party. Who would've thought that I, of all people, would soon be the center of all those conversations. In the midst of the, what felt like thousands, of people rushing directly into me, a thin and tall girl caught my eye. She was hanging on the arm of the schools jerk, Luke Hemmings. He gave off that kind of vibe that when you first see him, you are completely aware of his arrogant ways. In a way, I was kind of jealous of him. He was tall, he had a lip ring, and girls were constantly all over him, although he was a total prick. I just don't understand. There was a clearing right in-between the girl and me. I made eye contact with her for what felt like forever. I could see the hazel color of her eyes. They were beautiful but what stood out to me even more was her hair. It had at least five colors and it was in a short, side shaved style. Blue, green, purple. The list goes on. She smirked at me while looking me up and down. Her attitude offended me and made me feel as if she were going to beat me up or something. I know it sounds ridiculous, but she intimidated me quite a bit. She was dressed in a red flannel, black skinny jeans, and black combat boots. She reminded me of a girl who would be used to advertise for Hot Topic. She continued walking, coming straight at me. I looked away from her and attempted to turn in the other direction, but she was now less than two feet away.

Just as she passed by me, she whispered in my ear. My face immediately grew redder and redder by the second. I heard her laughing to Luke from behind me. I couldn't believe how immature she was. It was as if she was a freshmen not a senior.

thank you to kitty (giggly_irwxn) and rachel (heartouthemmo) for proof reading and editing this ily guys!!