The Playboy's Girl.

TPG: Chapter Eight

I don't know since when I am fine of someone kissing me, but that night I had the best sleep that week. It was Monday, Mary was snoring as I picked my jacket on the rack. I cooked her breakfast and left a note on the fridge. Telling her I'll be back before eight.

The classes were nice. Easy. What do you expect from someone labeled as a nerd? Readings are piling up and lots of paperworks to do! So much fun. The bell rang loudly signalling that my last class is done. I packed and fixed my bag. Weird, girls don't stay minutes after the bell. I shrugged my observation and walked towards the door. I almost dropped my books as I saw why girls and some guys are still in the room and lurking at the door. I pursed my lips and tried to walk normally even though my knees are jelly.

Standing in front of my room was Ashton. His left hand on his left pocket and the right one holding a fresh boquet of flowers. His diamond earring shined as he stood up firmly. Grinning, he stroked his hair once carefully. I gulped. Why is he here? I looked around and notice other girls gasping for air. Okay. That was super hot! "Hey." He said as he tried to get the books away from me. I budged. "I can carry this, Ash." He looked at me for a moment, and I stared back at him. "I just wanna help, Sunshine. Here." He said and now exchanged my book with the flowers.

We walked in silence until we have reached his Ferrari Cayenne. "Did you uh, liked it?" I was still feeling all giddy and nauseous about his flashy appearance and all I can do is nod. "Thank you. That's my first time." He opened his car's shot gun seat for me and quickly jogged to his side as soon as he closed my door. "You mean the fetching part or the flower stuff?" I bit my lips as my heart started to do triple time. "Well... Both." He looked at me once, then frowns at the stoplight. Is he mad? Is he displeased? Should've I lied?

"Where do you want to go?" Of course, I answered home. "Right. Mary's still there. Let's grab some pizza first and I'll get you home." I pouted since I don't want to argue, and I have nothing to say. I looked at his ipod which is connected to his stereo. I kindly asked him if I can use those and he said sure. I scanned his playlist that is mostly pop rock or pop punk. I clicked The Fray's You Found Me. "Have dinner with us." I kind of blurted it out when we were done on the drive through. "Damn! I thought you wouldn't say that!" I grinned at his response.

"What would you do if I didn't?" I asked, raising my brows. He looked at me and then pouted. "Well... Mary will surely invite me. If not, I can always welcome myself in. You know that." We both laughed because we both know it's true. Faber Drive's Candy Store is now playing and we're near our house. I did just sayo ours. "How's your girlfriends?" I tried toask casually. I'm so busy with studies I didn't have time to check up on him. His jaw tensed and I almost regretted my question. "Of all the times you can ask about that, you chose now." Two more stoplights and it's our apartment. "Well you can choose not to answer."

"Sunshine, I don't do girlfriends." I nodded at his answer. Of course, he do fuck buds. "And I don't have girls." He glanced once at me and parked his car in front of the apartment. "Can we talk first?" I was shocked at his question but I let go the door's handle leaving it locked. "What do we need to talk about?" My voice sounded surprisingly calm, very opposite from what I am feeling.

"Look, Copeland... I know that you are aware of how much asshole and douchebag I am..." I shook my head. The Ashton I know is very friendly and kind. "I'm not playing the good guy role and that wouldn't suit me, ever." I nodded as I urged him to continue. "But you need to trust my words, okay? I'm a very, very bad boy but I am very true to my words." I frowned.

"This doesn't make sense. What are you pointing at?" I asked and shifted on my seat and then faced him, sitting like a spoiled kid in this leather seat. "I don't get why you choose to clarify things when we're about to be interrupted in talking or when we're about to part. Your timing is crazy and it has always been driving me insane. Natashjia, I like you. If it's not obvious to you then I am telling you this." I looked at him for a matter of seconds. And then my brain tried to understand what he is saying. I blushed and then I quickly gasp. He must be kidding!

"As you noticed you didn't even catch me once again after the cheerleader you tried to set me up with. I didn't even liked her. I just don't want her to mess with you." I looked anywhere but him. I can hear his breathing which is clearly deeper. "You don't need to answer me now. Hell, I am so happy just to see you. But please, I want you to know that I am on my very patience to not punch guys who are staring at you in your classes." That got my reaction. "What? How do you know that? We're only classmates for two hours every Wednesday." I shook my head. Clearly, this is bullshit. "And who would stare at me?!" I crossed my arms and looked at him. "I got... People... Well, I kinda asked them to keep an eye to you."

"Ashton... This is unbelievable. Can we talk about this some other time?" I politely asked and he just smiled a bit for me. He leaned forward and I was too stunned to even move. He cupped my face in both of his hand and He closed his eyes as his lips touched mine. Seconds. Half a minute. And then he parted his lips, pushing it in between mine who's lifeless. Clearly, I don't know how to kiss. He nibbled my lower lip and I gasped for air as soon as I opened my mouth he pushed his tongue inside, circling it in mine. Sucking my lower lip, he bite it lightly and I can't help but to moan. Afterwards, he let my swollen lips go. He has that drunk look on his eyes and he bit his lip while looking at me. "I can't believe I am dumped by someone. With that I punished you with my kiss. Real kiss. Thank God you didn't slapped me."