5SOS IN CHRISTMAS 5SOS SWEATERS SOMEONE PUNCH THEM IN THE GENITALIA
I don't know what to do anymore.
I was absolutely stunned when I saw Ashton punch Calum. Sure, Calum was trying to make Ashton jealous, but he seemed so angry.
I've never seen Ashton like that before, and it quite honestly petrified me.
At least when he hated Calum in high school he didn't burst out and punch him in the face when he said something.
I don't even know what Calum said, but whatever it was it must of struck a nerve.
All I know is that I need to find Ashton. He left hours ago, and I think Calum and Grace are still downstairs.
I walk down and see Calum in her arms, crying, which confuses me greatly. I've never seen him cry before.
I decide its best to let them be, because who the hell knows what I would of interrupted.
I write a quick note and leave it on the kitchen counter, before quietly slipping out the door.
I make my way to the elevator and go down to the lobby of my building, starting on route to the rink that is by the place I now work.
It doesn't take very long, considering I now live in downtown Seattle. Everything is still really close, just its all much bigger now. It's definitely not the small town on the outskirts where we lived before.
When I get here I open the door, the cold air from the rink hitting me in the face. I missed it, and it reminded me of when I would go to the games Ashton played in during high school.
I walk down the stairs, rows of seats on each side of me. Ashton is on the ice, his stick in hand with a shit ton of pucks surrounding him. One by one, he shoots them into the net, the next harder than the last.
I keep walking down the stairs until I'm standing where the bench is.
Ashton finally sees me, and he sighs heavily, "What are you doing here, Catherine?"
"What are you doing here?" I ask him right back, "It's your time off, but you're never not here."
He shrugs, obviously not having a real answer before he hits another puck into the net roughly, making me flinch.
"Ashton," I say exasperated, "What is going on with you?"
He glares over to me, and I immediately see the look in his eyes that I did when I went into the kitchen to find him screaming at Calum.
I resist the urge to step back, because this is Ashton were talking about. The Ashton I knew wouldn't hurt a fly. And I would of thought that was the same Ash until this morning.
"Nothing happened," he snaps, and I shake my head, not accepting that.
"Come here," I say, but he shakes his head.
"Ashton, if you do not come here right now I will walk on that ice and come to you," I warn. I hope to god he comes here, because Cat and ice never really mixed.
But to my dismay, he just hits another puck into the net.
"Fucking hell," I mutter to myself, before opening the little door that allows the players to skate out quickly, and put one foot on the ice. Okay, Cat you got this, you won't fall.
