Hopeless Love (☆Scott McCall x OC☆)

Restraint

✯ACT TWO-PART SEVEN✯

"That isn't-" Ashton tried to explain, leaning against the school lockers as Wesley stood in front of him. "That is not what's happening. At all."

He had missed a class. His favorite class, because of this. An argument.

"Well, that's what it's looking like." Wesley retorted, shrugging his shoulders. "Randomly disappearing, weird phone calls, canceling plans. Either you're cheating or you're involved in so-"

"Allison and Scott broke up." Ashton stated.

Wesley paused, looking at Ashton like he had a brain injury. "They've been broken up, Ash."

"No, they haven't." Ashton sighed, shifting his bag away from his hurt shoulder. It was mostly healed now, but it still got sore every now and then. "They were dating, in secret. Only Stiles and I knew. I wasn't allowed, literally, to tell anyone."

"So, all the disappearing-"

"To pick one of them up or drop them off." Ashton explained. "And if it's not that, it's me being a distraction so he can sneak in."

"And last night-"

"They broke up. For real this time." Ashton informed. "I didn't know until after school. It's why I had to cancel. So I could be there for her."

Wesley nodded, staying quiet.

"And I'm still trying to help Isaac out." Ashton continued. "I'm literally being pulled in ten different directions. So, sometimes, I have to cancel or randomly leave so I can be there."

Wesley swallowed. "I understand. But am I a priority to you?"

"Yes." Ashton responded almost immediately. "Of course you are."

Wesley let out a breath, his shoulders dropping an inch in relief. "I'm sorry for accusing-"

"It's okay." Ashton responded, giving him a quick kiss as he saw Erica motioning for him in the corner of his eyes. "I'm sorry too." He smiled. "But I've already missed a class, we both have. I-"

"Go." Wesley chuckled. "I'll see you later."

Ashton nodded, shutting his locker. "Love you."

"Love you too." Wesley called after him, disappearing down the hallway in a crowd of people.

Immediately, Ashton turned, walking down the hallway. He stopped and stood beside Erica, interrupting whatever conversation the two were having.

"-And you never once noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now." Erica said, tilting her head.

Ashton turned to follow Stiles line of sight. "Erica." He muttered, the trio looking at the floor in confusion.

A puddle of water was pouring from under the locker room door, almost reaching their feet.

"Oh shit!" Ashton exclaimed as the door was busted open, Scott landing on his back painfully.

Seconds later, Jackson was on top of him, Allison standing by the door, her eyes wide as she called for them to stop.

"Scott! Scott!" Stiles yelled, running over behind Ashton. "Scott! Guys!" His own arms wrapping around Scott to pull him away once Jackson was removed.