The Locker Room •• Ashton Irwin ••

3.

When in the car if was quit. He didn't start driving and didn't start the car. I could almost hear our hearts beating. "Ashton, I thought you had an appointment." I said to break the silence. He turned his head and scanned my face looking for any feeling of uncomfortableness. "Why do you want to get to your house so fast?" he questioned. I honestly don't know. I dreamed about these things a lot of times. Him driving me home, us in the locker room. Now that they are coming true I wonder why I wanted it all that much. Ashton is a jerk.
"Girl, are you going to answer me?" that's when I snapped again. I dot think I've been so angry for the last years or ever. "Don't call me girl. I have a name!"
"Chill Eliza. I just think it fits you better. Anonymous, that's what you always are, aren't you. Than why aren't you happy with just girl." Meanwhile he started driving obviously getting pissed.
"The same reason you don't want to be called Fletcher apparently."
"First, that's my second name. Second, I'm just speaking my thoughts." It was quit for another minute or two. "You didn't answer my questions yet."
"You only asked one." I spoke in confusion.
"You lied when I asked my first one."
"Ashton what was your first one?"
"If you only stole my shirt, which you still have, for a bet?"
"No Ashton I stole your shirt just for a bet. If I could choose I'd stolen someone else's." thinking of it I grabbed my bag and got his shirt out.
"Thanks and why anybody else's? Why not the captain's shirt?"
"Do you really want to know?!" I started getting furious. I know I wanted to talk to him but I can't stand his attitude.
"Yes girl, I really want to know."
"Because I fucking liked you! Past tense!" I started trying to get the door open.
"The door won't open. It's for safety measures and what do you mean with Past tense."
"Just let me out you shit balls."
"No answer me!" suddenly he stopped and turned to me. "You'll regret it if you don't listen to me." He growled. Yes like an animal.
"What would you do?" I said gritting my teeth. He moved faster than I could've ever imagined. He clicked our seat belts loose and put me on his lap. He put his hand against my cheeks and kissed me rough. Nothing like I imagined our first kiss to be. It was even better. I kissed him back with even more force. His hands moved over my body like he was trying to remember my every curve. He pried my lips open and began exploring my mouth with his tongue. He pulled out and I bet softly on his bottom lip. He leaned back looked at my face and suddenly we were kissing again. I shifter on his lap rolling my hips to run my ass against his member that slowly got harder. He tilted me up and made me move so I had one knee at each of his sides. His member started poking my tight. I arched my back and I hit the steering wheel. It horned. We retreated breathing hard and shallow. "I didn't expect you to be that good." He breathed. I gave him a small smile and got back to my seat buckling up.
"There's more you wouldn't expect from me." I said while I smoothed down my hair. "I thought you were bringing me home?" he started the car up again and drove me home.
"Bye Ashton." I said as I got out smashing the door in his face. My mom works in a hospital so she isn't home when I get there she has days from 6pm till 3am. Times suck but we need the money. Dad can't bring it in anymore.
I slammed the door to my room shut and pushed a cushion in my mouth, then I screamed. "Ahhhh." I kissed my long time crush Ashton after telling him I didn't like him anymore. He may hate me now but seriously Ed a jerk and I still love him. There's something about bad boys that just attracts me. I kept screaming till my phone bleeped.
'Come early tomorrow. I need to ask you something.'
'Who is this?'
'Ashton. Are you coming?'
'Okay. See you at 8.'
'No 7.'
'7 it is.'
Why the hell does he want me to be up that early in the morning. I can assure you that I'm certainly no morning person. Ask my mom.
I got downstairs to grab some sandwiches before going to shower and to bed. The doorbell rang. I opened it to find a package. I brought it inside and opened the letter on top.

'Girl, I wanted to give it to you on your way home but you left to fast for me to give it. Now after you open the package you'll never touch my stuff again. You'll do anything I want and won't doubt my actions. if you ever do you know what will happen. Think about today and how it can get better. The time schedules for lessons and I have to get to my practice on time. If you get me late or are late yourself I'll punish you or your pathetic little friends. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Ashton.'

I opened the package and saw something blue and white. I pulled it out and felt the tender but rough fabricate. I hold it up to look and saw it was a sport shirts of our school. It was blue with white stripes on the side. I turned it over and saw two things a name and a number. Irwin. 94. He gave me his old game shirt. I hold it to my face and sniffed his oder. It smelled like plain, old Ashton like he did this afternoon. It smelled a bit like home and I could tell he favored this shirt once. "Thank you Ashton." I whispered to myself. I made a mental note to remember I'd thank him for real tomorrow. If I wasn't to grumpy for it. You can't wake me up at 5.30 and expect me to be all happy about it. I'm not a fairy.

I showered and climbed in bed before checking my phone one last time.
'Goodnight girl. See you tomorrow.'
I think I'm still truly, madly, deeply in love with this jerk.