Home Wrecker {A.F.I}

Chapter 5

Ashton

"Ashton!" I heard from outside the door, the voice belonged to my band mate Luke. I didn't want to deal with his shit right now, my head was pounding, I needed pain relief and I need it now, "what the fuck did I just see?" He yelled again, barging in to my room
"Can you let me put some fucking clothes on? For fucks sake, Luke," I yelled back. I quickly walked over to where my boxers fell during last nights activities, I guess you could call it that and pulled them on, "what's up?" I asked
"Why the fuck did I just see Lex walking out of your room carrying her clothes in her hand and wearing the tank you had on last night?"
I just shrugged it off, he knew full well what would have happened last night, there was no use in explaining it, "need I remind you you have a girlfriend?"
"You don't need to remind me, she already did,"
"Then why the fuck did I just see what I saw?" He asked
"I don't know Luke," I shrugged again, "put two and two together, your mum is a maths teacher after all!"
"I hope you realise what you just got yourself into,"
"Yeah so what?" I scoffed, "I fucked my ex girlfriend, I know that,"
"You also cheated on your girlfriend," he said, "this better not be a regular occurrence,"
"Oh it won't be, she made that abundantly clear before she left," I told him, "and why do you even care?" I asked, "you and the guys fucking hate Bryana!"
"Just because we don't like her, doesn't mean we don't care," he said, "you do realise how bad this could turn out if anyone found out?"
"Yeah I'm not fucking stupid, unlike you,"
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"You know very well what I mean, Luke," I told him, "my sex life wasn't the one to appear all over the Internet,"
"That's fucking uncalled for!" He screamed
"Don't be so fucking loud!" I groaned, "my fucking head is pounding,"
"And whose fault is that?" He said, turning to leave the room, "you're so fucking lucky Briella didn't see that!"
"And what's your girlfriend got to do with anything?" I asked
"You know Elle is friends with Bryana," he scoffed, "you'd be in so much shit, if she knew what happened last night,"
"Well she doesn't and she's not going to know!" I told him firmly, "now get the fuck out of my room!"
"You expect me to lie to my girlfriend?" He asked, "that's not gonna happen!"
"I'm not asking you to lie," I told him, "only if she asks. But she doesn't know and what she doesn't know what hurt anyone,"
"Well you better bloody hope no one took photos of you and Lex,"

I spent the rest of my day in bed. Attempting to sleep. I was in such excruciating pain. I knew that I shouldn't have had that much to drink last night; but every time I didn't have a drink in my hand my mind kept on coming back to Lex, and how she looked last night. The things I wanted to do to her. The things I ended up doing to her. All the things she made me feel when we were together came flooding back last night and they stayed. They were still fucking there. And it didn't look like they were going anywhere anytime soon. I wasn't going to admit them to anyone though, let alone Lex. She'd laugh in my face if I told her I was still in love with her. And Luke would say, I told you so.
I got out of bed again, and headed into the small kitchen in the room, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and some pain killers from my suitcase. I took them and waited for the pain to subside. It did eventually.

I fell asleep for a bit and then woke up to my phone ringing. I grabbed it off the beside table and saw that it was Bryana calling me. I didn't want to answer it. I knew I should though. Funnily enough I didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt or remorse for what happened between Lex and I. I let my phone ring out, only for it to start ringing less than a minute later. I looked at it once more and answered, when I saw it was Bryana again, "hello?"
"Ash, baby, hi!" She chirped on the other end
"Hey babe," I said, "what's up?"
"Not much," she answered, "just having a quick break for my shoot, and thought I'd give you a call,"
"Oh right," I really didn't want to talk to her, she was honestly rather annoying
"What about you? You sound kinda tired,"
"I am babe," I told her, "Luke and I went out last night,"
"Oh cool," she said, "well in three weeks I've got nothing booked, so I thought I'd come to Melbourne and see you,"
"Great," I said, feigning excitement
"Yeah," I could tell she wasn't picking up on my fake attitude, she was probably rather preoccupied with the shoot or whatever, "look I've gotta run, but I'll give you a call later, I can't wait to see you,"
"Yeah me either," I lied again
"Well, I'll talk to you later, love you,"
"Yeah," and I hung up the phone, before she could get annoyed for me not saying it back.