Project Daddy || a.i

Chapter 40 || "Toxic relationship."

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- Pandora -

Ashton was an idiot.

But he was my idiot.

And I couldn't help but love him.

Even as I sat in Math - pouring over the multiple quadratic equations in my textbook - I couldn't help but think of him. I knew he had music right now, and I could just imagine him beating on the schools cheap drum-kit, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead.

The mere thought nearly sent me flying over the edge.

"Pandora, can I be your partner?"

Snapping back into reality, my eyes met those familiar green irises, his lips tugged upwards into a sheepish grin. I took a quick glance down at my textbook before nodding, feeling extremely confused.

What the hell was going on?

Michael beamed before shifting into the empty chair beside me, his leg briefly brushing against mine. I was relieved to find that his touch no longer had any effect on me, meaning I could stop feeling ashamed of myself half of the time.

Ashton was now the only guy for me. (Unless Zac Efron decided to randomly hit me up, which was unlikely to happen)

"So, what are we doing?" I frowned, taking a curious glance around the noisy classroom.

Everyone was now in pairs with a whiteboard between them, their eyes locked eagerly upon the blackboard. Following their gaze, I found myself face to face with a large quadratic equation, causing my eyes to widen.

The fück was I meant to do with this?

"Are we meant to solve that?" I coughed, receiving a curt nod from Michael "How?"

"Were you not listening?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows sceptically.

I felt my cheeks flush a gentle shade of pink before I sheepishly nodded, averting my gaze towards my lap. I wasn't used to feeling this confused in class, and it scared me. I was completely and hopelessly lost.

"Don't worry," he sighed, shooting me a soft smile "I'll just do it."

I let out a shaky sigh of relief before gentle leaning into Michael's shoulder, attempting to show my appreciation. He briefly rest his head upon mind before getting to work, his pen flying quickly across the whiteboard. I remained completely oblivious to it all as I studied the opposite wall, Ashton constantly running through my brain.

Did he miss me?

Did he like me?

Was he thinking about me too?

These were all questions I would probably never know the answer to, and it sucked... A lot.

"I'm done." Michael finally declared, running a hand through his pale blonde hair.

I briefly nodded, taking a curious glance towards the multiple scribbles scrawled across our whiteboard. None of it made any sense to me, but as long as it was right, I didn't really give a shít.

"Thank you Michael."

"You should really stop thinking about him."

I paused, my eyes nervously shifting upon Michael's. He was slightly smirking, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, and I could help but feel slightly uncomfortable.

"What?"

"Stop thinking about him." He repeated, slightly louder than before "It will only upset you."