17 + lashton

dirty laundry (4)

song of the chapter; dirty laundry by blackbear

"CAN EVERYONE PLEASE QUIET DOWN, PLEASE QUIET DOWN!" the principle boomed into the microphone. mostly everyone stopped talking, except the seniors, of course. they did whatever they pleased and nobody really ever seemed to care. that's what confused ashton.
he sat against the front wall, next to the stage. their school wasn't huge, so instead of gathering in the auditorium, they had all of the assemblies in the gymnasium. the freshman, sophomores, juniors and seniors were all split up in separate corners, for the most part. there was a bit of an opening in the crowd where ashton was sitting, so he had a decent view of lucy.
she sat at the other side of the room, leaning against the wall with her group of friends. today was one of those terrific days when she wore that tiny little plaid skirt. her legs were propped up in front of her, glued together, giving him a full view of her curvy thighs.
maybe it was the stench of the 9th graders sitting around him, or the fact that he'd put on his favourite pair of boxers that morning, when he suddenly got a boost of confidence and a great idea. he pulled out his phone and opened instagram, going on her account.
'I'm a genius.' he thought to himself.

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*ashtonirwin01 sent you a direct message*
lucy looked at her phone. so did james.
"who's that?" he said, poking his finger at her locked phone screen. she rolled her eyes and ignored him.
"just... some guy." she muttered.
"well show me then!" he squeaked, picking up her phone and typing in her passcode. a look of confusion passed over his face.
"I have no idea who this guy is." he said. "does he go here?"
lucy grumbled and snatched her phone back, folding her arms. "....yes."
james muttered to himself, trying to figure out who it could be. "okay, not a senior because.... and not a .... oh, maybe, no.... wait."
he turned to face her completely. "it's not a...."
she sighed. " he's so cute though!!"
he huffed and almost started laughing. "no way, oh my god. you've really lost it, lucy." he tormented. "most of us don't even look at freshmen."
"you know what, jamieson, if you're going to make fun of it, don't even talk to me." she whined and turned away from him. the girl pulled out her phone again and looked at the message, replying instantly.

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*lucy-hem: wow, an instagram dm? that's lame.*
ashton clicked on the notification and groaned. all of that confidence for nothing.
'no turning back now.' he thought and typed out a reply.

ashtonirwin01: I'm a classic kind of  guy
lucy-hem: no, just lame.
ashtonirwin01: how about that number then?

lucy chuckled. he was way more self assured than she'd assumed.

lucy-hem: well, it's your lucky day
lucy-hem: 555-5555
ashtonirwin01: :)

ashton looked up, lucy's eyes were already on him. he smiled with a small blush, and she smiled back. her's was different though, more playful. his eyes lowered and he noticed her legs were open a little, a bit of her red panties peeking out.

lucy-hem: so naughty...

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I PROMISED TOO MUCH OOPS
OH WELL
IM GOING TO BED I MAY NEVER COME BACK SO SEE YA LMAO