School Spirit | Muke/Cashton✔

Thirty Two

Okay so this will be one of the last chapters, only a couple after this

Just to warn you

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Ashton's P.O.V

"Why don't you stay here for tonight since it's so late, hun? If that's okay with your parents of course," my mum abruptly offered, making my eyes turn wide as I turned my attention to the woman.

But what surpised me more is that Calum actually agreed, saying that his mum doesn't mind when he stays at a friend's house (well, more like a boyfriend's house). So that's how Calum and I ended up sitting against my headboard, silent and awkward.

"So..." I started, looking over at him.

"So."

"Uh, thanks for helping me this afternoon, I guess," I sheepishly said, glancing down at his lips.

"No problem." Calum nodded, grinning.

I chuckled, "You know, I would definitely make a move right now if it wasn't for the last time we were in my room: I tried, and got rejected." I still remembered when I had invited him over to workout, only to find out that he had a boyfriend. But I'm his boyfriend now, so that doesn't matter.

He smirked. "Then allow me," he whispered, moving so that he was straddling my hips. He kissed me passionately on the lips before moving down to my neck.

Leaving a bruise, he kissed the spot once more before moving his hands down to fiddle with my belt. I swiftly grabbed his hands, making his head snap up and stare at me.

"What's wrong? You let me do it in the hotel," he pouted, furrowing his eyebrows together.

I let out a heavy breath. "Yeah, I know, but... I just think we may be rushing things; I don't want that to somehow ruin things."

"Oh." He climbed off of me. "S-Sorry, I guess I'm used to doing things quickly."

"What do you mean?" I questioned, sitting up a bit more and grabbing his hand.

I could see the hesitation present on his face, contemplating if he should confess to me or not. Finally, taking in a deep breath of air, he spoke.

"After Mali, my sister, passed I became really self-destructive, you could say. I would have reckless boyfriends that, most of the time, no one knew about. Meaning, I could basically just say I was going out with some friends, when really I was with them.

"They were pretty much quick to things every time. Sometimes it was even the whole one-and-done thing, you know, never to see them again. Even when people knew of my relationships, the ones where the person was from school and stuff, I somehow always got with the people like that.

"It was like n-no one truly cared about me, s-so I figured why should I? E-Every weekend, every vacation, every time I went out, it was someone new and someone who di-didn't give two shits about me."

By this point, the boy was in tears, and I was pretty close to them too. I sighed, sniffling. "Oh my god, Cal. I'm so-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry! I've heard that all my life! Rather it be about my feelings, my sister, or my family situation! So don't!" He snapped unexpectedly, making me jump a bit.

"T-Then what should I-I say?" I stuttered out, tense in my spot.

"How about nothing?" He whispered, looking down at our still linked hands.

"Can I hold you?" I asked, lifting his chin to look at me.

"Yeah. Yeah you can, Ashy."