~Imagines~

~Psychic~

"I can't believe she could do something like that!" her voice rang around the bathroom, as her best friend flinched.

"Come on, don't take it like that. You're smarter than her." He tried to reason her as he sat on the bathroom counter. He, obviously, wasn't allowed to be in the girl bathroom, but after she had dragged him there, he hadn't dare get out alone.

She walked over to him, stabbing her forefinger in his chest. "You lil' shit." She started angrily. "You are-absolutely right." She ended with a smile, wrapping her arms around his chest as she hugged him, already calmed down. He simply chuckled, holding her close. "Only you can calm me down like that."

"I know, it's because of my psychic power." He joked, his voice vibrating in his chest.

She smiled, turning her head slightly upward. "If you had a psychic power, it would most probably be related to food. Like...knowing when there's food close and what it is." She argued.

He laughed, shaking his head and causing a strand of hair to fall in front of his eyes.

Without thinking, she reached up, brushing the strand away. His laugher died down, but the happiness shining in his eyes remained. He placed his hand on her cheek, tilting her head up a little bit more, before slowly leaning in.

Her breath caught in her throat, a blush covering her cheeks as her lips slightly parted. His eyes held hers, searching for any sign of doubt. When he saw none, he let his eyes slid shut and leaned forward. Their lips slightly brush against one another when the bathroom door opened. "What the fuck is this?" A junior squeaked, her eyes wide as she stared at them.

She and Ashton both jumped apart, their eyes just as wide as they stared at the girl.

"Nothing." She choked out, grabbing Ashton's hand, she pulled him out of the bathroom, passing beside the frozen girl.

She dragged him down the hall, never letting go of his hand. As they reached the corner, she turned back toward him. She let go of his hand, only to grabbed onto his face and smashing her lips to his.

The kiss soon turned into a make out session as he pushed her against the wall, his hands gripping her waist as hers were wrapped around his neck, pressing his face closer to hers.

Out of breath, she pulled away, her eyes feverish as she smiled at him. "I've changed my mind. Your psychic power clearly is kissing, 'cause damn, you're good at it."

He snorts, shaking his head in amusement. "Kiss me again, you dork." He mumbled, pressing his lips against her once again.