bad boys (ashtown irwin)

ch. 3 pt.1

Ashton's P.O.V

When I get home, I fumble with my keys until I find the one that unlocks the door.

As soon as I walk in, my dog scrambles up to my feet, barking and tail wagging.

"Fuck off." I mumble.

"Ashton? Is that you?" I hear my older brother

"Who else do you think it is idiot." I say coldly.

"So I'm guessing you heard about mom?" He asks, walking downstairs.

"No, I'm just mad I got a D on my test." I reply with sarcasm.

"Isn't that a improvement?" He asks, unknowingly.

"I was being sarcastic you fucking retard." I roll my eyes.

"Ash, I thought mom told you to stop swearing." My brother says.

"And mom is dying."I roll my eyes again.

"Just don't go to a bar and get drunk like last time." He commands.

"Don't tell me what to do. Just leave me alone." I shoot back, and walk out of my house slamming the door to go do just that.

Once I'm outside, I start my motorcycle back up. The engine roared back at me.

"What the hell?" I exclaim.

I try and start it again, and the same thing happens.

"Come on you piece of shit. Work!" I yell. "Fine, fuck it."

I call Michael, ready to plead for him to take me.

"Mikey?"

"Can you take me somewhere?"

"No, nothings wrong."

"I want to go to the bar."

"No, nothing is wrong."

"Just pick me up, I'm at my house."

I hang up, not waiting for a response. I really hope he's coming, I could really use a few drinks.

I get snapped out of my thoughts as I hear the honk of a horn.

I open the passenger door, and sit on the seat. "Step on it."

"On the brake?"

"You know I fucking meant." I say, getting aggravated again.

He drives off, faster than I thought. When we arrive, "Thanks." I say as I get out.

"You're welcome. Don't do anything stupid." He drives off.

I walk in and show the bouncer my fake id, and he lets me in.

I walk over to the bar, and wait for someone to come ask me what I want.

"What can I get you?" The lady asks.

"A bone dry martini." I say coldly.

"Sure about that? It's pretty str-"

"Give me the damn drink." I demand

"Coming right up." She scurries off.

After about 5 of the drinks, I stand up. I stumble back, the swaying of the alcohol taking over my body.

-

"and who's this?" the girl on my lap asks, pointing at another one of my contacts.

"Parker? oh that's my girlfriend." I say

"Ooh, girlfriend? Can I give her a call?" She asks

"Sure, I don't care." I say, not being in control of what I'm saying.

-

Parker's P.O.V

As I'm watching Maury, my phone rings. I grab it, and look at the screen.

Incoming Call: ashton❤️

Thank God, I thought something was wrong with him.

"Hey babe! How are you?" I ask

"Hello, um Parker, is it?" The most annoying, obnoxious, voice said.

"Yes, who's this?" I ask

"You don't need to know right now. Isn't Ashton adorable?"

"Again, who is this. I asked nicely, and I'm not afraid to ask rudely." I snap back.

"Sure sweetie, hit me with your best shot." Her annoying voice taunts me.

"I'm going to ask one more time. Who the heck is this?"

"Wow! I'm so afraid of someone who is too afraid to say a simple swear word." She laughs loud and

I hear some ruffling around, and a raspy deep voice saying "Give me my phone back you slut." This must be Ashton.

"Hello?" A deep, rough voice says.

"Ashton?" I whimper.

"Hey "

"where are you? and who was that girl I was just talking too?" I exclaim

"It's no one, don't worry." he responds slowly, and hangs up.

-

Ashton's P.O.V
-later-

As we lay on my bed, she says something  "Ashton, baby, are you sure you're ready for this?"
"Of course." I smirk

She nods, getting up. She pulls me up by my collar, un buttoning my shirt very slowly.
I get impatient, yanking the shirt off myself.

"Feisty, huh?" She bites her lip.

I take off her blouse, quickly unbuttoning her bra. She then lays back, sitting in a position allowing my to remove her short skirt.
As I take her skirt off, I remember.
Parker.
"What's wrong?" She notices my abrupt stop.

"I can't do this. I have a girlfriend." I get up and put my shirt back on.

"You mean that bitch on the phone?" She whines.

"That bitch has a name. And it's parker." I get up and slide my pants on.

I walk away from the bed. I make my way downstairs, with the girl following me.
"Can I help you?" I turn back.
"Yes, I believe we were starting something." She smirks
"Oh, that really sucks for you." I walk out of the house, slamming the door.

-

I stand outside, a block away from the club/bar, the wind blowing my dirty blonde hair gently.
I pull out my phone. "Shit." I swear, seeing it's dead.

"Now how the fuck am I supposed to get home." I say to myself.

I look around at my surroundings. I see a familiar playground, and pretzel shop.

After 6 minutes of regaining my focus, I figure out I'm a block away from Parker's house. As it's my only hope, I walk to her house.