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2. ashton & courtney

ashton & courtney // ". . .they might even prove you wrong"

Courtney Clark walked into her second day of Mr. Brody's English 4 class with a frown and an old white t-shirt and jeans that she picked out of the dirty laundry that morning. Of course she had to go through her roommate and best friend, Catherine, reprimanding her for a record breaking seven minutes on how she hard worn that shirt four times in the last week and that I made her look "homeless", but that was nothing out of the ordinary.

After all it wasn't like Courtney really gave two shits about how she appeared to the North Christian Student Body, let alone her English class. There was nothing more she hated than English. It wasn't because of the material or what they worked on; it was simply because she never felt like she was good at it. She tried and tried, but every year just seemed like another failed attempt. And now that she was senior the only thing running through her mind was the dwindling months she had till she was out of his hellhole.

North Christian Academy Boarding School was not the place for everyone. Filled with stuck up, snooty girls with Tory Burch covered everything who's Daddy's would buy them their own country in a matter of seconds, it took a special person to put up the with the bullshit that covered these halls. Courtney couldn't walk through them without getting an ounce of annoyed with one of NCA's superficial students. And it just so happened her Period 4 English class was filled with them.

Courtney strolled into the classroom unnoticed and ungreeted and slipped into a middle seat in the third row. She normally would have taken upon herself to secure a back row spot but she had arrived late on the first day and some irrelevant kids on the debate team had snatched them. And the front desks were not an option for two very obvious reasons: one being that Courtney Clark was never keen on sitting front row in a class. That would set her up for things she hated like teacher student eye contact and possible spit landing on her shoulder.

The second reason was that NCA's supposed bombshell since freshman year, Andrea Brinks, and her entire crew of minions had already occupied them on the first day of classes. Courtney certainly did not have energy to be anywhere near them, so she settled for her middle row seat.

The rest of her classmates began to file in and take their desks. Andrea and her annoying ass friends burst into the room greeting Mr. Brody with winks and smiles, making Courtney want to vomit all over their Spain summer vacation tans and Michael Kors handbags. She concluded that they probably all inherently had the ability to leap onto any male they saw, even their twenty-five year old English teacher.

The second bell rang and all the seats seemed to be filled except one. Unlike her best friends Catherine and Sarah, Courtney knew about 20% of the population at NCA. So, it wasn't like she was going to know her entire English class by the second day of school, let alone attempt to decipher whom was the one person missing.

"Anyone know who the absent person is?" Mr. Brody was marking down who was here and looked up at our class away from his attendance sheet once he noticed the missing desk.

"It's Ashton Irwin, Mr. Brody," Andrea Brinks said in her classic, annoying sultry voice. The way she spoke about this boy made it seem like she was fucking him in the bathroom stalls after lunch, which she probably was.

"Thank you, Andrea. Well, I guess we'll give him some time to get here. He's new after all."

Mr. Brody stood up from his desk and walked around it, transitioning his into his speaking voice that screamed "I LOVE ENGLISH AND EVERYTHING ABOUT IT".

"Alright guys get ou-" Mr. Brody's voice was interrupted by the bursting open of his front door. The most beautiful boy Courtney had ever seen in her entire life was standing in front of her. His tall, lanky tan figure, mop of brown-auburn hair, and beaming smile accompanied by big cheeks seemed to easily fill the entire room. He had a red and grey Weekend Warrior shirt and black skinny jeans on with a backpack slung onto one shoulder, completing his nonchalant cool boy look. Everyone's eyes were on him, but he didn't even seem to think twice about it.