The Loverboy

Her *Ashton's POV*

'There's this girl. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She has dirty blonde hair like mine, but her's is strait. She has glowing green eyes. Her pale skin and shortness is adorable. I think I fell in love with her voice. She's the biggest good girl in school I swear she lives in that library! She's a strait A student. I want to get to know her so badly. There's only one thing holding me back: she hates me. I'm the biggest bad boy in school according to everybody, including my friends. I get in fights, pick on people, and skip class. It's my reputation. This girl always shoots me ugly looks in the hall, showing her disapproval. I want to call her mine so badly. I would never hurt a lady. I would try to change for her if she would just give me a chance. She only knows my name because she hears about all the bad things I do. I wish there was some way I could win her over...'

I write those words down on a sheet of notebook paper, before folding it up and shoving it in my backpack. Sometimes writing things down helps me better deal with my feelings. Sometimes I better deal with my emotions by punching someone.

"Irwin! Stop slouching!" The biology teacher snaps at me. I roll my eyes and sit up in my desk. The girl glares at me. I wonder what her name is. Probably something beautiful.She shots her hand up to answer a question. "Yes, Rowan?" the teacher asks.

Rowan. I say it over and over again in my head. What a pretty name. Rowan Rowan Rowan. I want her so badly. My thoughts were interrupted. "Ashton, would you like to elaborate on Miss Evans' answer?" I blanked.

"I don't know" I said, feeling ultimately embarrassed inside. "Well pay attention. This material will be on the test next week." He scolded. Test. Test. Test. What test? I felt overwhelmed. I totally bombed the last biology test and my mum would make me sign up for tutoring. That's the lowest of the low right there. I didn't want to be spotted sitting in a library with some random know it all trying to re-teach me what we learned in class.

Once school ended, I had to get my anger out. I went for one of the first scrawny kids I saw, slammed them against a locker, and punched him right in the eye. Did I feel bad? No. In fact, I felt very relieved.

I got in my car and left school as fast as I could. I hated being there.