Irwin | A.I.

Chapter 4

Dylan's POV
I woke up the next morning and instantly smiled. I have a date with Ashton Irwin. I wonder if I gave him my phone number. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the contacts. Crap! No Ashton. Maybe... Maybe he'll text Luke to come pick me up.. Or maybe Luke told Ashton to do that for me... It did sound scripted. Maybe this date won't do me any good. I don't see why any of the boys would like a fat,18 year old in her last year of high school? That's why I don't star in many movies. My body is terrible, I'm weak, and ugly. My nose is to big, my scar in-between my eyebrows makes everyone stare at me. I'm not really, popular, but I choose not to be. I could hang out with a group of people and be "popular" but I have my friends. That's all I need.. But, if I were to go with another group, I probably would be bullied, physically and mentally. I feel like I'm the ugly girl that no one cares about. I could die right INFRONT of everyone, and no one would care. I do get, kinda, sorta bullied, but it doesn't help my self esteem.
I tried starving myself once, but a fat girl like me can't handle not eating for two meals straight. I did cut on my stomach.. I loved the feeling of the metal inside of me, and the view of the blood satisfied me. I lifted up my sleep shirt and traced the scars like many times.. Then I squeezed the fat on my stomach, wishing for it to disappear. Usually when I'm depressed I either play basketball, do art, or call Joe. I'm nothing special. I sing like every other girl, do art, try to be athletic, I'm basic. A basic person who takes up to much space. An amateur actor never cured someone from cancer. I'm unneeded. I grabbed my phone and saw I've been tagged multiple times on something. I go on Twitter to see a picture of Ashton and I. It was captioned;
With my old best friend, Dylan, she's so beautiful

I blushed and looked at the comments

@hazzabear_chipotleunicorn
Ew you think she's beautiful? You clearly haven't seen me.

@Luke_is_a_unicorn365
@hazzabear_chipotleunicorn I checked you out and you just seem jealous.

@ashthebashingaussie
@ashtonirwin She's ugly and fat. I'm leaving this fam if I see you two dating

@5SOSMrsCalum
@DylanDogLuva She seems basic. Can't believe you went out of your way to hang out with HER

I read more, mainly mean comments. Now if you thought I was overreacting you can see how the world thinks of me.
People will be judgmental. I'm already used to it. It's kinda hard not to if you were me.

Just another basic one... Someone who can't control herself.. I look like everyone else, who wants someone like me. I covered my mouth and cried a bit. Then I decided to play some basketball.

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By the time I come inside, I'm sweaty as hell and its 4. I made my brother and sister play with me and taught them some moves. It was cloudy outside, the best time to play. I went to my bedroom and raided my closet. My phone started ringing and it was a private number. I picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked quietly.
"Hey Dylan, It's Ash," I smiled. I thought I didn't give him my phone number.
"Hey, I didn't know I gave you my number."
" You did, I just wanted to see if the date was still on.." Ash asked hesitantly.
"Urm- yea it is.. Where should I meet you?" I twirled a lock of hair.
"I can come pick you up by 5:30 or 6?"'
"Sounds great, here's my address-"
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I sat by my door, at the bottom of the stairs. It was 5:46. He could be 16 minutes late or 14 early. I decided to wear my navy blue dress, with a heart before it showed my cleavage. It hugged my curves perfectly. I grabbed a black cardigan and some sweet little black heels. I left my hair down, and curled it. I put in my contacts before I played basketball, so I'm good. I tried to look really casual because for all I know we could be going to a club. Wouldn't want to wear a ball gown. I only put on some mascara, light foundation to cover up pimple scars and my scar in between my eyebrows, some lipstick, and eyeliner. That's more then I usually put on, but a date is an acceptation. I checked Instagram and saw I had 1 k followers. I gasped but then realized it was from Ashton. I took a selfie and captioned it;

Getting ready for a date with Ash!! <3

In about three seconds I already had 40 likes. I really didn't like having all the followers because it brings me to one of m fears. My fear is someone will see a picture, find out where I live, and rape me. I tremble just thinking about it, then I realize I'm to ugly to bother with. They only like it because I know Ashton. I sighed and put down my phone. It was already 6:12. I moved on to Candy crush.
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By the time it's 6:47 Ashton finally pulled in. I was pissed. He knocked on the door, and he was wearing a white shirt, black tie, and black, boy version of skinny jeans.
"Hi, You look am--"
"Where were you? I waited an hour!" I loudly said.
"Look, I'm sorry, the studio held me back!" He said in a harsher tone then mine. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Let's go." I -barely- squeezed through around him, slamming the door. I didn't see the flowers in his hand he was holding, and some roses got smushed. Ashton dropped the flowers and stormed right behind me on my heels. This isn't a good start to a date.