4: temptation wrapped in a bow

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T e m p t a t i o n
                          wrapped in a bow
                              ~+~+~+~

ASHTON knew exactly what to say to make a girl feel welcomed.

"You're fûcking kidding me." He groaned, throwing his head back as I walked out into the gymnasium in short shorts and a tank-top, "You? Again? Fûck."

I rolled my eyes with a tired exhale. People were already watching the exchange and I knew if it ever came down to picking sides, Ashton would be the only side chosen.

"Why is THE Ashton Ryder talking to you?" Emma nudged me in my side with her elbow, her big blue eyes wide under her dark bangs.

Emma was one of my only friends. We hung out occasionally and if I were to ever go outside of my house or work place, she would be the one dragging me. She was a sweet girl who loved a good adventure. Not as 'nerdy' as I, but she enjoyed her fair share of books and sometimes staying home on the weekends.

I walked past Ashton, pulling Emma with me as I avoided his disgusted look. "Just ignore him please, Em." I shook my head defeatedly.

"Princess, where do you think you're going?" He instantly grabbed my wrist just as I was about to be in the all clear. Tingles and sparks of fear spread up my arm instantly.

People were starting to gather-up in the middle of the gym court, the teacher getting what horrifically must have been a basketball game ready. Remember when I said my brain forgot who I was sometimes? Well, apparently it totally disregarded my horrible clumsiness and total lack of control over my limbs. I must have been under a lot of pressure and stress when I filled out my class list request form.

"I'll see you in a minute," Emma looked at me startled before I pushed her on without me. "Ashton." I scowled, whipping around to face him.

Yet another beautiful cheerleader was tugging at his arm (this guy and the cheerleaders; I swear it was like that religion where the man took more than one wife. Polygamy I think? And the cheerleaders were all sister-wives. Honestly though. It kind of made me chuckle.) she was desperately trying to get him to notice her as she pouted and stuck her chest out. If I'm being truthful, I didn't really think that lowly of them for wanting his attention. Ashton was like a walking breathing advertisement where even the hottest guy got touched up by photoshop. It wasn't fair how beautiful he was. But I suppose his personality evened him out to all of the average beautiful people...

His hand hadn't left my wrist as his eyes captured mine, a smirk playing at the edge of his perfect mouth. My heart was starting to pick up speed as he kept his hold on me. Maybe he changed his mind about hating me. Maybe... No. Stupid hormones.

He sent the poor girl away with a sharp glare before turning back to me. "So what did you do? Purposely pick all of the same classes as me? Are you obsessed with me, little creep?" he suddenly spoke darkly, taking a step closer to me and ruining my run away fantasy.

My face screwed up in a mix of confusion and like I just ate something disgusting. "No." I yanked my arm out of his grip feeling myself get angry as he kept watching me like a smug âsshole. "Just because you can suddenly see past your stupid mindset that only allowed you to see all things beautiful and perfect, doesn't mean I just appeared out of thin air. God, you're so arrogant! I've been in three of your classes since school started, you stupid mean moronic person. Not everything is about you. So just fûck off and leave me the hell alone already!" I yelled in frustration only to gasp just as loudly, my hands covering my bad mouth as I blushed furiously. I hated to swear. It felt like an unnecessary and rude thing to do.

"Ailie Dawn, watch your mouth!" My mortification was heightened as I realized how quiet it had gotten. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. You and Ashton, start running and don't stop until I tell you to." Mr Carter growled out with furrowed brows, pointing to start our laps immediately.

My chest was currently being pounded by my insides as if I had already done the laps. Ashton threw me a scowl that seemed confused and smug and it was just irritating. He didn't wait for me -obviously- as he shook his head angrily, running ahead of me. Now, you know I hated lying; so with that being said, running behind Ashton... Not exactly a terrible punishment.

The boy was fit and the thin black gym shorts did nothing to hide that. With each step his entire leg would tighten and it was all hard with muscle and just completely...drool worthy. And he had intense back muscles; the kind you wanted to trace with your fingers to see if they were really real or airbrushed on. I always had a thing for back muscles so I tried to keep my eyes off of them. But they were right in front of me. The ridges and bumps and the sweat dripping down them. If my heart rate wasn't racing erratically from the exercise, it would have no change in pace. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt and it showed off part of the large black tattoo covering his left shoulder and shoulder blade. I tried to make sense of it, but quickly gave up.

Tattoo's and back muscles; could this guy get anymore attractive? It was like he was made to drive the female species into a hormonal crazed frenzy. I hadn't even experienced something as simple as flirting with the male species and here I was, day dreaming about tracing my fingers along his entire back. He was every Christians worst nightmare: temptation wrapped in a pretty little bow you just wanted to rip off. He just had to shut his mouth.

Mr Carter eventually called us back and I quickly collapsed embarrassingly onto the cool ground. My worries and thoughts no longer on anything but catching my breath before I died from the lack of oxygen. Ashton leaned over me, making him look upside down. His face and brown hair were dripping sweat onto the floor, making me wrinkle up my nose as I stared up at him as he breathed raggedly from the run.

"Enjoy the run, princess? Or should I say the view?" the corner of his lips turned up arrogantly in an all-knowing way. "Next time you check me out, try not to drool." His dark eyes narrowed mischievously.

I groaned, rolling onto my side as I pushed up my now foggy glasses, "I hate you." I was too tired to think, let alone argue with the stubborn man-genitalia.

Of course all he did was chuckle, kick my leg out of his way (not that aggressively -just enough to move it) and leave me to die as the teacher told us to go get some water.

Ugh. I really hated gym.

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