I slammed the door closed a little too forcefully as I finally got back into my room; so much so that I heard a banging on the wall and someone yelling “what the fuck?” from down the hall. I laughed it off, shrugging my jacket onto my unmade bed and looking around the room.
“Erin?” I called. She should be back by now, it was almost 6. Checking her bathroom to find it empty, I stick my head around my own bathroom door to see a piece of paper taped to the mirror.
“Gone out for a bit with a friend,
Won’t be back till late; partying it up,
Love you slut, Erin xx”
A friend, huh? I thought Erin only hung out with the boys and I? As I thought about it more, I started to realise that Erin hadn’t always been with us over the last week or so. Brushing off the thought I yanked my jeans down my legs, throwing my paint covered shirt from art that day onto the cool tiles of the bathroom, and starting up the shower.
I was laying on my bed when there was a sharp knock at my door. Swivelling off my soft duvet as best I could in my tight skirt, I wandered up to unlock the door. There on the outside stood Ashton looking exceptionally handsome. His hair was his usual tousled mess, but he was clad in slightly different clothing to usual. The black skinny jeans he always wore remained glued to his lanky legs, but his torso was covered in a light blue, slightly crumpled shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. His smile dropped and was replaces with a frown as I swung open the door, revealing myself.
“What? Do I really look that bad?” I asked, that sick, anxious feeling churning in my stomach (despite taking two anti-anxiety pills beforehand). His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he stepped inside my room, closing the door behind him. “What?” he asked. “God, no, you look fucking gorgeous, that’s the problem. Now I’ve got to try not to look at you so I don’t get a raging hard on.”
Laughing, I linked my arms around his neck, his masculine hands automatically resting on my hips. “You’re so romantic” I whispered, resting my forehead against his. I could feel him breathing, hear his heart racing. I could stay like that forever.
“You love it,” he smirked, kissing my lips forcefully.
“We better go, Michael’s waiting in the courtyard and he’ll be getting impatient,” ash rolled his eyes. “You ready?”
Grabbing my heels and purse, I smiled up at him. With that, he intertwined his fingers with mine and we began to wonder out to the car.
