Ashton's pov
I had tried to call Michael several times but he did not pick up "Ashton stop worrying, he deserved it" Casey said from the other side off the room "no he didn't, I shouldn't have done that, oh my god he probably hates me! Fuck it even I hate me! An-" "Ashton its okay!" I heard him say and sit down beside me, wrapping one of his arms around my shoulder "relax. Its going to be okay" "but Casey-" "no I mean it, Ashton look at me" I did as I was told to do and looked at him in the eye, feeling ours eyes lock together and his hand cupping my cheek "I said, its going to be okay" he repeated yet in a low whisper. Before knowing what was happening I saw his eyes close and his lips going closer towards mine.
"O-oh! Is that my phone??" I said and quickly got up, taking my phone out of my pocket "oh would you look at that?" "What?" Casey asked confused and embarrassed "my brother just texted me, I have to go. I erm I'll see you tomorrow I guess" I said and quickly left the house in a fluster.
I speed walked home, thinking about nothing but Casey trying to kiss me and how none of it made sense, as I walked in the house Chase was standing right it front of the door, making me jump "damn little bro, you look like you have just seen a ghost" he said with a chuckle. I said nothing in return, walking past him but feeling his hand wrap around my wrist roughly, I flinched and tried to take his hand away but he was too strong "you really shouldn't ignore me again, or this time there will be consequences." He said with a rough tone, I bite my lip, not wanting to speak but nervous of what he would do "Ashton." "M-my friend..tried to erm..kiss me" "what? Who?, when? Why?" "I-i don't know.." "What about Michael?" "He kissed a girl.." "What?! Ashton I told you he was no good for you!" "I know I know.." "Why don't you listen to me?!" I stayed quite, not knowing what to do or say "I said, answer me!" He said and tighten his grip around my wrist but I did not, too afraid to open my mouth in fear of saying the wrong thing.
"You little faggot!" was the last thing I heard before I felt his fist crash my eye.
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