You were headed to science with your friend Serenity, but you couldn't stand that class. The person you hated the most was in it. Ashton Irwin. Hearing his name made you cringe and wanna vomit. He sat right next to you and was such a wannabe. "Take your seats!" Your teacher Mrs. Chase shouted. Sighing loudly you sat down in your seat. "Hey babe." Ashton said winking at you. "yuck." you said back to him. You looked him up and down in disgust. Nike was all you saw, he only wore it to fit in with everyone else. You knew who Ashton really was because your friend Kaitlyn was neighbors with him and she told you all about him. He loves rock music and plays the drums. He is also very family oriented. But at school he was the Ashton who pretended to enjoy rap, wore every brand his friends wore, and dated all the fake annoying girls. You saw right through him but he had no idea. "Checking me out babe?" he smirked. "I swear to fucking god Ashton, if you call me babe one more time. One more fucking ti-" He cut you off. "Then what? Huh what'ya gon do.. babe?" You almost punched him right then and there but Mrs Chase started speaking again. She gave you your assignment and put you all to work. Ashton looked at you and said "Hey why are you such a bitch? I haven't done anything to you? You are such a mean person." You laughed at what he had just said "Thanks." you scoffed and kept working, ignoring him. "No. Like you aren't funny. You haven't ever made me laugh once. But well wait. There was this one day you wore those really weird pants and I got a kick out of that." You rolled your eyes and simply said "Fuck off douchebag." focusing back to your work. "And I mean you certainly aren't nice, you're a cold hearted bitch." "Who gives no fucks about what any fuckboy says to me." you interrupted him. You smirked and picked your pencil up once again. "And you aren't hot. You are not attractive. Sorry babe but it's the truth." You were ready to burst at his shallow comment. "Okay I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I am so sick of seeing you play this twisted game, you try to put on a show for everyone else but guess what kid? I am the only one who's got you figured out." he rolled his eyes. "What the hell do you mean you got me figured out? I act like me everyday." he said. You simply shook your head. "No no. You are Ashton Fletcher Irwin. Older brother of Lauren and Harry. You love rock and alternative music. You also have a passion for playing the drums. You love your family more than anything. You hate nike and prefer adidas but you have to wear them to fit in. And you HATE rap music." Ashton was ready to defend himself but stopped and got quiet. "You got me." he mumbled. "That's what I thought." you said proudly. "But you forgot one thing. You really don't have me figured out all the way." he said. "Well what did I forget?" you asked confused as to why he was admitting another lie. "I like you." he said. You laughed and said "Good one lil bitch now get back to your work before I drop kick you right here." "No, I'm serious. I really li-" you cut him off again. "Ashton stop talking before I do something I'm going to regret." He looked down at his hands. "ok. sorry." he looked defeated. You continued working, but you couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Wait no. This is Ashton Irwin. The most disgusting boy ever. You don't like him and never will.
