Beauty and The Bad Boy

Chapter 15

*Ashton's P.O.V*

I watched Aubrey walk up the steps to her front door. I saw the front door. I saw the front door open, and two arms grabbed Aubrey and hugged her close. A small part of me was sad to see it. Aubrey had a mother who loved her. She wasn't working all the time. The door closed behind them. I drove off.

It was dusk, and the sun was setting. I didn't want to go home, but what choice did I have?

I unlocked the door, and looked around my house. It was quiet, and empty. I sat on the couch and texted Aubrey for a while.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she replied. I put my phone on its charger and turned on the TV.

I laid on the couch an tried not to be bored. Finally I turned of the TV and went upstairs to my room.

The next morning, my alarm went off at 6:00, as usual. I called Aubrey.

"Hello?" her sleepy voice answered.

"Hey, baby girl," I said. "Are you coming to school today?"

"Yeah," she answered. "My mom is making me."

"I'll drive you, if you want."

"Sure, can you come by at seven thirty?" she asked.

"See you then. I love you."

"I love you too."

We hung up, I went to the bathroom and showered, then I got dressed and put on some cologne. I ate my breakfast at the table downstairs. I glanced at the clock. It was 7:15. I hopped in my car and drove to Aubrey's house. She was sitting on her front steps with her head in her hands. I got out of the car and sat next to her.

"Babe, what's wrong?" I asked. Tears were streaming down her face.

"I just - really don't want to go to school. I mean, Cameron is there and I'm just - I'm just really scared, and I-" I cut her off by kissing her.

"It's okay," I assured. "We don't have to go."

"Really?"

"Yeah. We can go to the pumpkin patch or something." She smiled and leaned in, our lips melting together perfectly.

*Aubrey's P.O.V *

I sat in the passenger seat of Ashton's car as we drove to the pumpkin patch. I drummed my fingers on the door handle. We pulled into the parking lot and I stepped out into the crisp October air. I shivered in my outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/trick_treat_lt/set?id=137161001). Ashton and I held hands as we wandered around, looking at the pumpkins. Ashton picked one out and went over to the carving station.

I sat next to him, watching him carve it. When he finished, it said: Aubrey + Ashton inside a giant heart. I fought off the urge to cry.

"Thanks, Ashton," I said. He kissed me softly.

"Do you want to go back to my house?" he asked. My back straightened.

"Um, sure," I said. I just hoped that he didn't mean what I thought he meant.

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When we got to Ashton's house, I carried the pumpkin inside and set it on the counter. I turned to say something to Ashton, but he'd already crashed his lips into mine. He picked me up and set me on the couch, crawling on top of me. The kiss got rougher. His tongue was exploring my mouth. He fiddled with my jean button.

"Ashton, stop," I said.

"What?" he asked breathlessly. "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath. "I don't want to do this right now," I said.

"I thought you loved me! But as it turns out, you still don't trust me!" he said. I could see the anger in his face.

"I do trust you!" I said. "Just because I won't have sex with you right now doesn't mean I don't trust you."

"Whatever," he said.

"We haven't even gone on a real date! All you ever waned was sex, Ashton."

I said.

"That's not true."

"Of course it is!" Tears filled my eyes. "That's all you guys ever want!" I ran out of the house. I couldn't stand to be in there any longer. Of course. I should've known this was going to happen from the beginning.

I sat down on a park bench and tugged my sleeves down. I walked home slowly. When I got there, I went to my room and opened my closet. I grabbed the small little box that was in there.

I opened and stared at the items inside. Two razor blades. My mind flashed to all of the times that I had used them. I rolled up one of my sleeves and stared at the thin white scars that were barley visible anymore. But I still saw them. And I remembered why I had created them. I held the razor in my shaking hand. Without thinking, I swiped the blade across my smooth skin. Once, twice, ten times. Dots of crimson blood formed. The skin around the fresh cuts became red and puffy.

I wiped the blood away. I didn't feel sadness, like I usually did when I cut my wrist.

I felt disgust. I was disgusted with myself, and with Ashton. I laid down in my bed and fell into a restless sleep.