Cyber ~ 5sos

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Ashton's POV

If only I knew, how could I have been so oblivious, when everything I would talk to Grey0mnivore about was exactly the same to Isabella. How could I have been so fucking stupid?

The party was in full flow by now, and it sucked how I couldn't just talk to Isabella more, but I just want her to be okay.

I squeezed past the same couple still making out on the stairs, jeez, Michael's parents are not gonna be cool with the mess this party has made.

Cups and beers blanketed the room along with the stanching smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

'Hold up, 7 minutes of heaven is happ'ning, get your asses over here' Michael yelled over the music, waving his hands around frantically.

I bloody love this, watching the look on people's faces after they leave the cupboard either red in the face or looking quite ill.

I slump down next to Calum and some other random chick, forming a large circle with everyone else. Bearing in mind, this circle was now the entire living room.

The music was abruptly switched off and Cal reaches over to grab an empty green bottle on the nearby table.

He places it centre of the circle/rectangle, and looks up at Michael, smirking before spinning it hard and fast.

It whirls around rapidly, almost elegantly before the pace slowly begins to decrease, eventually stopping at an auburn coloured bubbly girl. Molly James. If there was anyone I hoped not to associate with tonight, it was her.  I'd seen her with Isabella a few times and then we ended up in detention together, lets just say that's a story for another time.

A chorus of 'ooohh's and cheers erupted making her blush slightly and laugh.

Calum leant forward again and repeated his action, this time everyone's faces dotted around the room, all getting slightly tenser.

The green bottle whirls again, making my almost mesmerised. It somehow brings me some kind of satisfaction, watching something so... Unnoticed become noticed.

I'm only snapped out of my thoughts when I refocus my eyes and see the head of the bottle pointing directly at my feet.

Oh shit, it's me.

Everyone begins to cheer and people around me begin to try and get me to my feet.

Tonight just really isn't the night to hook up with someone.

I eventually stand up, nervously running my hands through my hair and readjusting my bandana before following Mol into the cupboard.

All light is immediately cut off as the door slams shut, along with all noise becoming muffled and quiet.

She sits down, looking equally as pissed as me and pulls out her phone, lighting up the underside of her face before a bright light floods out the back of her phone.

She sets it face down on the floor before readjusting on the floor, as I sit on the opposing wall.

'I know this whole 7 minutes of heaven thing is suppose to be basically a make out session but I just want to make it clear I'm not up for that shit, so can we just wait for these 7 minutes to hurry up please' She calmly yet stubbornly says. Woah.

I raise my hands up in defence 'Look who said I wanted to make out with you anyway' I snap back, even thought deep down, she was doing something to me. The fact she didn't want me just made me want her even more.

The silence takes over in the room, or should I say, cupboard. I've never felt so awkward in my life, too much has happened tonight I can hardly function.