Beauty and The Bad Boy

Chapter 1

~Picture is Ashton~

*Bri's P.O.V*

I drummed my fingers noiselessly on the tabletop as the seconds ticked by. My teacher droned on and I glanced around the room. Many people were asleep. The bell rang, thank god, and I practically sprinted out of the room. I had detention, because of all my tardies. I entered the room, looking around my self consciously. All of these kids looked so badass, I found a seat towards the back and sat down. I tapped my fingers and found a rhythm.

TAP TAP TAP. TAP. TAP. TAP TAP. I heard the door open and I looked up. He was attractive. Like, really really attractive. Piercing blue eyes, jet black hair, sharp jawline. I stared at my feet. I watched out of the corner of my eye as he moved down the aisle. He chose the seat next to me. I knew I was nervous because my hands felt like bricks. That always happens to me. I stole glances at him. He was familiar. I knew he was a bad boy at our school. You know, the usual. Gets in fights, is rude to girls. The usual. He was wearing a gray beanie and a red plaid shirt. We were wearing the same black vans. Perfect.

He slipped me a piece of paper with a sentence scrawled onto it in pencil.

'What's your name?'

It said. I blushed.

'Aubrey'

I said.

'I'm Ashton'

He said, the name suited him.

'You wanna ride home?'

He said.

'No, I got a skateboard'

He took his time drawing a skateboard which ended up looking like a sausage on wheels. But I replied with a drawing of a shoe. Stupid, I know, but I'm just that kind of person. Finally, detention ended. I grabbed my stuff and walked to my locker. I grabbed my skateboard. I tried to be cool and skate in the hall, and then I got yelled at by the hall monitor. I walked out to the courtyard carrying my skateboard in my hand. Ashton was sitting on the bench. I started to walk past him, but he called after me.

"Aubrey!" He said. I turned.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"What's your phone number?"

He asked. I told him and he documented it in his phone. It felt awkward.

"Well, I have a cat to feed!" I said cheerfully. Not true. I turned and hopped on my skateboard. When I got home I parked my board by the door and kicked off my shoes.

"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled. I pounded up the stairs. When I got home I changed into some sweats and a tank top. I checked my phone. There was a text from an unknown number, who I guessed was Ashton.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"Are you going to the dance on Friday?"

"Idk. Maybe."

"Cool."

I went to sleep that night with one thing in my mind. Why the hell was Ashton talking to me? I figured maybe he was just trying to get me to sleep with him and then dump me like most guys. I gave up thinking about it and went to sleep.

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