vanish {afi}

ten

ashton's pov:

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dakota was stuck in therapy and meetings with her doctor all day so i was bored as fuck. i sat around listening to music and writing down song ideas. most of them related to dakota in some way but none of them were good enough to fully express the way i felt about her.

i sighed and closed my notebook, not having enough motivation to continue.

i looked around the eerily quiet room to see if there was anyone i could attempt to socialize with.

there wasn't.

everyone had friends they were quietly talking to and the others looked disturbed or in their own world so i didn't want to bother them.

i sat on the couch and stared off into space until i saw dakota stumble into the room.

she looked distraught and lost so my first instinct was to go over and hug her but she didn't even acknowledge me. she walked right past me to the other side of the room where some guy with jet black hair stood. i hated how jealous i got by just watching them stand next to each other.

before i knew what i was doing i was up and storming towards them. i stopped dead in my tracks when i saw him frown and tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. i could see her blushing even though i was ten feet away.

i hated this feelings. i hated how he was looking at her. i hated how he was touching her. i hated how she was blushing. i was the only one who was allowed to make her blush. just me. i was hers and she was mine. this guy with the stupid hair wasn't supposed to make her blush.

"dakota," i said through gritted teeth when i finally reached them. the guy didn't even glance at me! he just continued to stare at dakota until i grabbed her arm and dragged her away.

"ashton!" she cried, "what are you doing?! let go!"

"who is he?" i asked once we were in the privacy of her room.

"who?"

"the guy you were talking to."

"oh! that's just spencer. why?"

"how do you know him?"

"oh my god are you jealous?" she giggled and grinned at me.

"it's just...i don't like the way he looks at you," i mumbled.

she arched her eyebrows and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

"like what is he here for? is he a sex addict? a rapist? what is it?"

"he's homicidal."

"so a murderer likes you, great," i muttered sarcastically.

"one; he's not a murderer, he just has violent thoughts. two; he doesn't like me. no one has liked me like that and no one will. especially not here."

"i do."

"i don't see why. i'm a mess."

"there are so many reasons why i like you the way i do."

"you could have anybody but you choose the boring, ugly girl with too many problems," she looked down and shook her head sadly.

"you're actually the most beautiful girl i've ever seen and you aren't boring. honestly, dakota, i wouldn't have gotten as jealous as i did if you weren't as amazing as i know you are."

"i still don't see how you thought spencer liked me," she snorted.

"you're so attractive. the moment i saw you i wanted you in multiple ways so of course he thinks the same thing."