Project Fuckboy || a.i

Chapter 7// Date

Early update today because I'm gone for the weekend :)

I wake up in the morning with the biggest headache I've ever had in my life. My mother checks in on me and declares that I have the flu and that I should care for my body better. I can't tell her she's wrong, and that I lost complete control last night and drank with the player next door. She'd assume something horrible about Ashton and I.

But the scary part of it is that I wouldn't be able to deny it. I, myself don't know what we did last night. It's like I was blindfolded and erased of my memories.

All I remember is Ashton's hands as they poured another drink for me, methodically, like he had planned to do it all along. By the expression on his face, he wasn't keen on seeing me that way. But he couldn't help handing me another glass. Then the rest of the night is a blur, except for that feeling of someone holding me as Ash carried me out of the house.

He, apparently, had brought me home in the middle of the night (according to my sister) and even washed the barf out of my hair before tucking me into bed.

Which means he's completed:

[Project Fuckboy]

Step 2: Be a gentleman ✔

But now Violet won't speak to me and I know exactly why.

"Come on. You know I don't feel anything for him," I tell Violet in the morning when I finally drag myself out of bed. She's refusing the look me in the eyes.

"But he definitely has something for you," she says, swirling the cereal in her bowl with a spoon. It's the first thing I've heard her say since I woke up.

I sigh, trying to meet her eyes. "Violet, come on. The only reason he plays me is because I'm hard to get. If anyone, he would like you."

"No, You were always the pretty one," Violet blurts, her hand going still. Her long eyelashes turn down so I can't tell if she's crying or not. But the way her voice hitches, I can tell that she's about to.

"Violet, that's not true," I say desperately.

"Even Michael couldn't get his hands off you," she mutters, picking the spoon back up and swirling bigger circles, making the milk spill out of the sides.

I reach over and snatch the spoon out of her hand. "Why are you bringing Michael up right now?!"

"I had a crush on him, too," Violet whispers. "You just never noticed because... I'm barely a part of your life anymore. I had to sleep with Ashton just to get you to properly pay attention to me."

My jaw drops open in surprise. Violet liking Michael? How had I not known? Was I that absent in Violet's life? ...She used to tell me everything. Maybe she's right.

Violet observes my reaction silently. "You see?" She says, standing up. "You weren't this way when you were still Azalea." She wipes her eyes on her sleeve. "Remember when we used to go shopping together? When you didn't used to look like that and you picked out skirts and dresses and blouses for the two of us to match? That was before Michael came along and ruined your life, and you became all depressed and angry. It's different now."

I stare in disbelief. "I am Azalea. I'm still the same person," I say desperately, watching my sister walk towards the door. I don't know why she's acting out like this, but it's obvious watching me hang out with Ashton upsets her. If only I could tell her the only reason I stick around him is because he's the guinea pig to prove a point to the world, that fuckboys can be cured, and a player like Ashton can feel something. And maybe to prove to myself that not every boy is like Michael.