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Chapter One We were fifteen when we met. You being the nerdy smart girl in my history class and me being the dumb ass we were meant to be paired up that day in mister greco's class.
In all honesty, I hated you, you had this innocent vibe about you. That day we were paired up I wanted to be Luke's partner, he was my best mate at the time.
We most likely wouldn't have got anything done but we'd be partners. I remember you coming up to me books clutched against your chest. You were wearing this ugly colored sweater and white jeans. Your outfits were so unappealing but you had a beautiful face.
Truly, you do. You had this glow about you, blue eyes and chestnut locks that looked so smooth. You wouldn't even make eye contact with me and even though you spoke so many times in mister Greco's class. It felt like the first time I ever heard your voice when you mumbled a "Hello Ashton".
Though, you out of all people should know I never paid attention in that class until I met you. I shouldn't really say 'met you' because I've seen you I just didn't know you. Talk to you. Get to know you.
When I took the time to understand you, god it was beautiful. You were beautiful and no matter the number of times I told you, you still couldn't see yourself the way I saw you.
I kept giving you an attitude, I would throw my orange peels into your hair and they'd get stuck. One day you had enough of it and told me to stop. You turned in your chair gave me this death glare, if looks could kill my dear.
You had this death glare it honestly scared the living daylight out of me, I had never seen you get so mad. "Don't test me fletcher" you said through your clenched teeth I bit my lip and smirked at you.
I was processing the words looking for Any sort of comeback as the guys around my table began to holler in hysterics. Michael Clifford, you remember him, don't you? He tried to kiss you a few days before this happened. He elbowed me in the arm "are you going to take that?" He asked, I shoved him off me "tell me what you'll do to me, baby" I winked at you. You huffed the boys gave me high fives and you stormed out the cafeteria with your best friend drew.
Drew I thought was a lesbian truthfully, she was always trying to know our shit, she even blew up on me when we had sex for the first time. That's another time that this chapter won't get into.
You had to nearly pull my hair to get me to help you with the timeline we had to place together. You just couldn't do it yourself, could you? Right, miss perfect? If you weren't so god damn demanding and if you could have just done the damn project yourself we wouldn't be in this shirt hole of a mess.
I sat at the end of your bed, you had this peached colored room, your bed was small. Not like a baby small but not a queen size like I was expecting. You had these god-awful pink sheets with your pink pillow cases and I remember your brown bear sitting at the end of your bed before you tossed it into the closet.
You didn't realize I saw it so you weren't even remotely embarrassed. I saw it once I came out from your bathroom that I said I had to use and I saw as you tried to touch up your room a bit before I came back.
You sat against your headrest and I sat at the end of your bed. There was an awkward silence before I heard you grabbing out your textbook from under your nightstand and taking out your geography notebook.
"I'd like to start with the French Revolution if that's okay?" You question I shrugged. The what? I had no idea I didn't pay attention you took my silence as a yes since you began flipping pages to the French Revolution and scrambling notes.
"Are you almost done?" I question hours later, you looked up at me like I had ten heads. "I mean it's seven I have been here since four" I state, you raise an eyebrow like you still didn't understand.
It almost seems in that period of time you didn't speak English, that's what I was starting to believe. "You're a funny man Ashton," you tell me laughing slightly then going back to writing.
"Well I aim to please" I smirk and I saw your smile drop as you roll your eyes.
"I'm not doing this project myself," you told me looking me in the eye. It's like you were staring right into my soul. "Well so far you're doing really good" I encouraged you, again you rolled your eyes.
"Well so far it only has my name on it and until you do one section it will continue to have my name only," you told me sternly and honestly if I was as horny as I was at eighteen I would have got a boner of how hot you were angry.
I met your mom that night, though not your dad. So many things filled my mind when I saw he wasn't home at a quarter past ten but something in the back of my head told me "he's just at work" your mother absolutely adored me there was no doubt about that.
Honestly, I was kind of happy I was the first guy that you took home even if it was just to do a project. I remember how your cheeks went a scarlet red and how you begged your mom to shut up about how you'd never even talk about boys.
Though when you walked me to your door and pleaded me not to say anything to the guys at my table about your mom thinking you were a lesbian, the Dick in me made me. I never really apologized for that, I'm sorry.
