Project Fuckboy || a.i

Chapter 20// Intimacy

Hihi I just threw this chapter together for you last second but hope you likeee <3

Since I went on a long hiatus and all, I'll be updating an extra chapter tomorrow. Keep posted XD

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Ashton's POV

"Hello?" A male voice groans on the other end. I can barely hear his voice through the phone with all the background noise; of girls laughing, and heavy electro music.

"Are you Gabe?" I ask.

Of course he is, what a stupid question.

"Yeah, who're you?" The voice slurs.

The lie flies out of my mouth before I can stop it.

"I'm Azalea's boyfriend," I reply, and there's a short silence on the other side.

"...Who?" Gabe asks mindlessly.

"Azalea. You met her tonight," I press impatiently. "I'm guessing, since she has your number and all."

"Oh, her!" Gabe exclaims loudly. "She had one sweeeet ass," he says with a loud guffaw.

And despite my pride, I swallow the anger that emerges in my chest.

I wasn't planning for this, I hadn't even planned on what I wanted to say. I just thought I should talk to him, to tell him to stay away.

"You little fucker, I told you she has a boyfriend," I growl.

Gabe laughs loudly. "Shut the fuck up, man," he says. "She was all over me tonight, so you clearly weren't enough for her."

"She's a virgin," I reply, looking over at Azalea's still sleeping figure.

"So?"

"So, did you fuck her?" I blurt with hostility.

"Maybe."

God, this is hopeless.

"Tell me," I growl.

"Or what?" He asks in a teasing tone that gets on my nerves.

I put the phone away from my ear and calm my breath. Remebering the last time I punched someone, and what happened, I end the call. Then I delete his number from Azalea's phone, and immediately feel selfish doing so.

Azalea's POV

Mrs. Irwin doesn't seem at all surprised to see me walk out of Ashton's room in the morning, which makes me question Ashton's regular activities. But after spending so much time in this house, I guess I basically live here.

At around eight, I head to the kitchen to make myself a hot cup of tea. The hangover is bad, this time. I'm already questioning why I even drank last night, because those biker girls were really not that fun. They did ask me if I was going to come to the next rave, and I'd said yes, because why not, right?

And thank god it's a Saturday, or else I'd be sleepwalking through the halls at school.

Ashton joins me in the kitchen, his hair messed up and with dark circles under his eyes. He's wearing a plain white tee and plaid sweatpants. He runs his hand through his hair and the action lifts his shirt just a little at the bottom, revealing the edge of his boxers. I swallow and look away, busying myself with making the tea.

"Do you remember what happened last night?" Ashton asks behind me.

The flash of Michael's eyes when he said he never felt anything for me. The feeling of Ashton carrying me back home. Yeah, I'd say I remember. Painfully so.