Stolen First Kiss; a.i

Two

"DeeDee! Hey!" Ashton's voice said and Dylan froze. She hesitated before turning around, only to be face-to-face with this bandana-wearing weirdo that she once knew.
She pretended to be confused just for the sake of the crowd that was piling up. People were gasping and whispering 'Who is he to talk to her?' and all dramatic comments of how he was brave or something like that. Dylan almost snorted at what they were saying, but covered it with a cough.

"And you are...?" Dylan tried, but she knew that he wouldn't fall for any of that. Ashton laughed his annoying, as what Dylan calls it, laugh before having his face all serious and funny again.
"It's me, Ashton. You know, Ashton Irwin? Don't you remember me?"

"Irwin..Ashton? Oh yes! Ashton disgusting Irwin." She pretended to figure out with a fake smile plastered on her face. Ashton rolled his eyes and smiled back.
"Oh yeah right. You're in loooovveeee with me." He cocked and eyebrow at her disgusted face.

"Why would I even like you, for starters. You took away what I wanted to keep until I was ready!" Dylan exclaimed, earning more gasps from the crowd. Okay, to confess, that did sound a tad-bit wrong. Her wording wasn't exactly on point.
"At least it wasn't your virginity, that's for sure a thing that you probably still have!" Ashton yelled back, earning sighs of relief.

"At least I didn't steal your first kiss!" She snapped.
"Well- " Ashton started to say, but was imminently cut off by a raging Dylan that wasn't all-too-happy with him.
"I didn't, and never will want anything to do with you! I hated you for it and will never speak of it or have a full conversation with you ever again? Do you hear me Irwin?!" She screeched.

Ashton's mouth shut and everyone's jaws were hanging. She took out the rubber-band in her hair and fixed it up again in pony-tail before shifting her note-book and binder up in her arm before pushing Ashton out of the way to make it to her classroom, the clicking of her heels were the only thing filling the hallway fue to how silent it was. And yet again, here Dylan was walking away from Ashton.

She felt tears threaten to come out but she fought back it and flicked her hair back before opening the classroom door and finding a spot. After sitting down, she set her things down before leaning back against her chair and waiting for her class to start.

It was already the first day of school and she was pretty devastated. Besides every good that happened today, she saw the person who stole her first-kiss. You might all be thinking 'well, it was just a first kiss. Second it's Ashton freaking Irwin. Who would resist?' Well, she didn't necessarily want her first-kiss stolen from a 6th-grade-jerk. She also had no feelings for Ashton whatsoever. Although, she did feel a slight spark or whatever the crap was talked about in the Disney Movies she'd always watch as a child.

When the bell rang, the rest of the students came in. She saw Ashton walk in and slightly smile at her, but she glared back and looked back down to her desk. Ashton took the seat in front of her and inspected his schedule before the teacher started talking. Dylan glance at his paper and cocked her head. She grabbed her binder and read her schedule, than his, than hers again and froze. They had the exact same classes together, except for 6th period.

Dylan felt like Ashton did this on purpose. For a reason, but then she realized. How would Ashton know I was going to this school? I bet he didn't even know I was here in the first place until he saw me. She was beyond confused. Ashton kept on making disturbing noises to disturb the lesson, but the teacher didn't seem to mind at all. Neither did anyone else, but Dylan was annoyed.

Ashton did more stuff to maker the class off and the whole 7 minutes, Dylan thought, Maybe if I bang my head against the desk enough times, I'll be able to go to the nurse. But doesn't everyone think that everyday?
This was different. Ashton just ruined one of her favorite subjects/periods in school and she was not happy about it. She hated Ashton more than Christians hated Satan, which was a lot.

Just then, Dylan felt paper being thrown at her. She looked up and saw Ashton's hand extended behind him and a paper on her desk. She huffed after she read and opened the nicely-folded piece of paper.

'Hi
-Ashton'

She crumbled the piece of paper, attracting attention from the silent classroom. Dylan stood up, not willing to take it in anymore.
"May I be excused?" She nearly sobbed, Ashton looked up at her and the teacher nodded as approval. She grabbed her binder and stuff and pushed her chair in forcefully, walking out of the now awkward classroom. She heard laughing again and scoffed, Ashton always has to be the class-clown.

She ran to her locker and threw her things in there, a moment after rushing to the girls washroom and locking herself in a cubical, and that's when the tears started pouring out of her eyes. Dylan can be the most sensitive person you've ever met. If you yelled at her, she cried. If you asked her why she was crying, she'd be crying even more. Sometimes people took advantage of that, which of course, Dylan didn't like.

Her best-friend, Alex (girl, obviously), moved this summer and now, that leaves Dylan alone with Michael, Luke, Calum, and Ashton. She would much rather prefer the other three and not Ashton, obviously. She was horribly annoyed of what Ashton did her her, back then and now. Practically humiliating her, he made it seem like a complete accident.

And she didn't want that anymore.