High School Never Ends ◎5sos◎

37 "a poetic asshole?"

"Vodka and cigarettes are my medicine." Florence said puffing out the death she's causing to her body.

"You're some weird kid." Ashton admits.

"Some weird kid you've been hanging it with instead of your whorefriend." She rolled her eyes.

"Whorefriend really?" He sighed jugging down the vodka.

"She is." She said innocently.

"No. She means the world to me."

"Please don't go fucking Shakespeare on me." She huffed.

"He has a point though."

"I think Carol Ann Duffy is good and I hate poetry." She raised her eyebrow.

"How so?" He seemed really interested on what she meant by that, no emo girl that Ashton would ever think at lest one poet was good.

"Anne Hathaway."

"That's Shakespeare's wife. You're saying to me to not go all Shakespeare on you."

"Right okay shut up. I enjoy that poem."

"You dirty it's all about sex." He chuckled.

"And? Sex is a beautiful thing and the way Carol wrote it in such a unique way made it so sensitive and sensational. I felt sorry for Anne, I loved how they had two beds. One for sleeping and one for their love. It's just truly fantastic." Shes said making Ashton's jaw fall to the floor.

"Are you Florence? I think I'm with a different person." He picked up pieces of her hair and clothes and she pushed him away.

"Piss off, you're with drunk Florence." She took a sip from the bottle.

"If this is drunk Florence then I'm pretty digging it." She stopped drinking and just stared at him. She swallows the access she has in her mouth and placed down the bottle.

"A poetic asshole?" She said.

"It's kind of sexy if you ask me."

"Fuck off." She laughed.

"I'm serious." She looked at him and he wasn't laughing or smiling. Just a serious expression.

"Right." She said looking away.

Why would Ashton say that to her? I thought he was her least favourite person and now it's inappropriate compliments? Florence turned her head as she felt Ashton's fingers on her chin pushing their lips together. She accepted the kiss straight away not even giving any time to think. She pushed him down as she laid on top him. Their uneven breathing making it more exciting to them. Florence roughly took off Ashton's top and Ashton took of hers.

She bit his bottom lip reviving a grunt from Ashton. He grabbed onto her hair growing so much sound all around the area. Other people can complain about the noise or having kids doing inappropriate action on top of each other. But their just the jealous bastards that don't get it on in the bedroom anymore. The other half would be dedicated and blessed that teenagers are kicking their living their lives and being free.

As Florence was unbuckling Ashton's jeans, she feels something vibrate in his pocket. He huffed and took out his phone to see it was Meagan calling.

"Shit." He whispers. He answers the phone with Florence still on top of him.

"Hello?" He tried to act natural.

"Where are you?" Her small voice feeling concerned.

"I'm just out having a smoke." He wasn't half lying.

"Do you want to come over? I miss you." He could hear the sadness in her voice and he felt guilt running through his blood.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes." He saw Florence look disappointed but he made the girl on the other side of the phone delighted.

"I'm sorry." He apologised.

"It's fine." She slowly got off of him starting to put back on her clothes.

"Was that a Anne Hathaway fantasy you had in mind?" He smirked.

"Totally." She sarcastically said.

"Just for the record, you have great boobs." Florence lightly blushed but covered it up with a remark to him.

"Don't be a fuckboy." She laughed.

Ashton kissed her one more time but he realised what was he doing ? He has Meagan.

He walked on his way to Meagan's feeling confused and guilty.