Actually, I don't know you... ((5sos))

Chapter 11

Ashton's p.o.v.

I didn't mean to hug Annie for so long.

Okay... Maybe I did.

We stood in awkward silence for a little while afterwards, it was actually really strange.

At least she didn't reject me like she did last time...

I don't even know why I tried to kiss her in the first place, I thought it was just because I was caught up in the moment, but Annie gives me the weirdest feelings.

"Uh.. I-I should probably go now.." Annie stuttered, looking up at me.

Annie was pretty tall, but I was still much taller than she was.

She began to walk away but I honestly didn't want her to leave, so I grabbed her hand.

I guess I don't really know my own strength because when I pulled her towards me, the abrupt force on her must've been a bit of a shock as she practically fell into my arms.

I was expecting her to like freak out and run back home, but she actually began to laugh as she regained her position standing up.

"Sorry." I chuckled along with her, scratching the back of my neck.

"That was really corny." She shook her head at me, smiling.

"Yeah... I just wanted to ask if you wanted to come over to my house, but I guess I'm a little more muscular than I thought." I giggled through the awkwardness.

"It's alright, but I have homework, I should probably go home." She told me.

"Okay." I grinned weakly at her.

"Bye," she said as she began to make her way towards her house, "Oh, you aren't still hanging out with those weirdos, are you?" She peered at me.

"Nah." I lied.

I wasn't doing anything particularly bad, but I was still hanging out with them because they make me feel like I actually belong somewhere.

Yeah they're still pissed that I don't do half of their shit with them, but I'd rather be with them and they're bad stuff than be alone.

I know I can hang out with all of my neighborhood friends, who are really my actual friends, but they are so caught up in all of their stupid little preschool love triangles that I don't feel like being a part of.

Not to mention the only time I see them during school is at lunch, and they're all separated in their different cliques anyways.

This secondary school thing has really taken a toll on them.

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Cate's p.o.v.

I was really pissed at Calum, but I didn't really feel like being the victim.

I called Bethany to ask her to do something for me.

After a few rings her soft, shakey voice finally answered.

"Luke?" She asked hopefully.

"No." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Cate? You won't believe what Luke said, I went to talk to him and--"

"Yeah, yeah," I interrupted, "That's great. I need your help with something."

"What?" She asked, slightly annoyed that I wouldn't listen to her story.

"Make me pretty." I asked in a rushed tone.

"Make you what?" She laughed through the phone.

"You know, make me look good. You're pretty." I tried to explain to her.