Project Fuckboy || a.i

Chapter 12//Tattered

The gif has nothing to do with this chapter but I thought it was adorable XD had to add it

[September 30th; Four years ago]

Ashton and his friends hadn't gotten an invite. When someone opened the door, they made up a name at the top of their head and said Matthew had invited them to the party. Fortunately, they'd guessed correctly. There happened to be a boy named Matthew inside, and they were let in without question.

There was beer, there were seniors, and there were hot girls, and pumping music that rang in Ashton's ear and rattled his rib cage. His mouth dropped open. This was so much better than his normal, boring life of the average teenager, who did ok in school, and ok in everything else. His life wasn't special at all. But he was determined that this party would increase his cool factor.

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Halfway through the party, Michael found himself in a particularly bad mood. He'd told Azalea to come along to the party, but only if she pretended not to know who he was. So they'd separated in the night; she'd sat on the couch with the nobodies, fiddling with the sleeve of her nun-like blouse, and the fizzy strands of her brown, mousy hair. She didn't know what she was supposed to do at a party like this. Just like Ashton, she'd never been to one.

But then someone handed her a drink, a smiling, nice stranger, and Azalea was too naive back then. She was a girl who couldn't say no. And it wasn't a regular drink. It was spiked. Azalea didn't know. She drank the whole thing.

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Across the room, Michael finished his drink and spotted a wasted Azalea on the couch. Hiding himself in the crowd of people, he pulled Azalea into the second floor bedroom, and locked the door behind him. Azalea didn't even say no. She didn't have to.

He knew he shouldn't have. When they did things together, they'd never decided to go that far. They'd talked about sex before. Even though Michael pretended not to realize, he knew she intended to wait for her first time. But at the same time, she'd admitted that she wanted him to be his first. So why not do it right now? In a way, Azalea had given him permission.

Within seconds, her clothes fell to the floor, and so did Michael's.

Azalea didn't make a sound, but Michael cried. His vision was blurry both from the after-effects of the alcohol, and from the tears. It was a miracle he managed to remember the condom. But he kept missing. He fucked her, but it didn't make him happy.

The door creaked open slightly and a young, adolescent Ashton with awkward hair and pimples peered inside.

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Azalea's POV

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"Azalea, wait!" Michael screeches, chasing me out the door of the court room and onto the sidewalk.

I stop running as soon as I reach the parking lot. I let him and Calum catch up to me, just absorbing what just happened, my tears drying in the cold wind.

Michael sighs when he sees my tear-streaked face, and reaches his hand out to me. I avoid it entirely, and his hand falls to his side.