LADY LIKE (lashton)

mean girls

Ashton's outfit above ❤

Sorry I haven't updated in over a week. Things have been pretty tough for me recently. But I won't bore you with that. Anyways, how did you enjoy the last chapter?

Enjoy this one.

Monroe's pov (even though I'm mad at her)

We walk in a straight line down the halls, full of confidence, Calum, Ashton, Me and then Michael. Students stared but we don't care. Today we own the school, whether anyone likes it or not.

The idea came into my head when decided enough was enough, Ashton isn't going to be subjected to bullying any longer. So the group strolls together as if we're the leading stars of a chickflick.

My long brown mane blows in the wind as students scurry in the doors, letting in the warm air from outside.
"Do I look okay?" Ashton nervously bites his lip.

"You look stunning." I reply, he really does. His black crop top with his white shirt that has little black cats on it and those red stockings that hug his nicely shaped thighs perfectly. The guy looks prettier than me and if he wasn't becoming one of my best friends I probably would hate him for it. But it's not his fault he's perfect.

We stop at our lockers which are conveniently side by side. I take off my grey cardigan due to the fact that I feel like I'm melting. Being a New Yorker I'm not really used to it being this hot at this time of year.

I readjust the blue denim shorts which cover the top of my thighs. "You got any perfume with you?" I ask, staring into my locker.

"Don't ask me." Michael holds up his hands. "Here." Ashton hands me a green glass bottle. "Marc Jacobs." He tells me. Before the bell sounds, we chat amongst our selves and laugh collectively at the stupid jokes Michael tells us.

But sometimes good things come to an end and along comes the piece of shit that is; Josh Devine and his gang of brown nosers I call them Crabbe and Goyle, plus Luke, who I guess has joined the petty squad now.
"Hey, Rose-Marie." Josh says, getting up in my grill.

"Hi." I snap, slamming my locker shut. Everyone knows I hate people using my middle names. The boys laugh, along with Luke who seems to be putting it on more than the others.

"What do you want?" Michael steps infront of me and asks, I may or not have checked out his behind. "To talk to the pretty girl." He says before turning his attention to Ashton.
"Sup he/she, been fucked up the ass recently?"

"Yeah. Tell your dad I say hey by the way." He smirks. I mentally high five him for that. But Josh, who is obviously angered by Ashton's reply, pins him up against the locker. "Say that again you faggot." He spits as his friends cheer him on.

"Get your dirty hands off of him." Calum growls.

"Yeah, or what Hood?" 'Goyle' asks, walking towards Calum as Crabbe edges towards Michael.

I've had enough of the testosterone flying around so I move from behind Michael's cute butt and grab Josh's wrist, using all of ny strength to pull him away from Ashton.

"You wanna play with the big boys huh? Don't play with fire missy, you might get burnt." He sneers at me.

Too busy arguing Josh I don't realise that Luke is storming over to Ashton. I faintly hear him say; "dirty little slut has to get his lame friends to protect him."

I turn around and watch my old bestfriend punch my new one in the gut.

Luke's pov
What have I done?

I've just physically hurt the boy I love. As I slammed my fist into his stomach, I swear it hurt me more than It hurt him.

I need to fix this.

THOUGHTS??