I am damned if I do ya ( A punk Ashton Irwin 5SOS fanfic)

He walked into the classroom and everyone stopped talking. He nearly never came to school, so when he did, it was kinda a miracle for the class. 

Slowly, after everyone had taken a look at him, they started whispering to each other again. Soon the voices were talking loudly again.

But not me, because, well, I don’t really have many friends in school, so I don’t talk much during class. It was alright, I wasn’t a loner, but I just prefered living in my own world sometimes.

I had my headphones in, listing to Nirvana’s ” Come as you are”. 

I allowed myself to secretly watch that oh-so-badboy-boy closely. 

He took a seat on the only chair left, in the second row, while I was sitting in the third one, right next to the window. 

His brown curls looked like he had just woke up, a black beanie covered his head partly. He still wore black RayBan sunglasses, hadn’t he noticed he was inside the building already?  Impolite jerk.

Underneath his black leatherjacket he wore a “FooFighters” shirt. 

Well, at least our little rebell had a nice music taste, I thought.

I forced myself to look away, before he catched me looking at him.

But damn, it was too late. His face was turned suddenly in my direction, so I assumed he either looked at me or looked out of the window. 

I acted like I was looking at the blackboard,playing with my dark brown hair, ignoring his still looking face.

I didn’t like him. No, actually I hated him.

He always acted to effin cool, never talking to anyone, only hanging with the bad boys from the other schools, skipping school nearly everyday.

Like we weren’t worth his time.

Ashton. Ashton Irwin. 

I looked down on my Notes from the last lesson. I shouldn’t even think about this waste of air. 

As the teacher walked in, to start the lesson, he already had his head on the table, sleeping.

Good thing, for once he didn’t disturbed the lesson. The teacher asked something and I raised my hand immediatly, not looking at him again during the history lesson.

…

As history was over, I stood up , took my black jacket and my bag and walked out of the small room. 

I walked into the cafeteria, where my best friend Michael Clifford already sat. He was eating a donut, which had the same pink color like his hair.

"What’s up, Michael?", I asked, while sitting down next to him. " Not much. Miss Grey was a fucking witch in biology. I nearly killed her. Why would someone become a teacher, if she hates teens?" , he mumbled.

I smiled at him, as I suddenly felt like someone was watching me. Slowly I turned my head away, suddenly realising, that Ashton Irwin was standing next to the entrance, looking at me rudely. 

He didn’t even looked away as I started staring at him. No, he just stared back.

" Mikey, gimme a second. I’ll be right back." , I said, as I stood up walking towards that ass.

"What do you want?", I said a little too loud, as I stood right infront of him. He didn’t answer. 

He just kept looking at me, his big, hazel eyes were to bright for his unfriendly face.

" What do you want? Oh god, forget it.", I said louder and more aggressive. 

Ashton suddenly smiled a little, like I was amusing him.

" You’re an innocent one. I like that. ", he whispered, so that only I could hear him. His voice was too husky, like had smoked too much.

"Please?", I asked him shocked.

What the fuck was he talking about? 

And out of nowhere he leaned forward and kissed me. I just felt his soft lips pressing into mine, his hot breath on my face and his extremely big hands cupping my face, his eyelashes were so long, that I could feel them somehow. I felt his tongue trying to find a way through my lips.

I jumped back, realising what he had just done, not being able to speak a word. ” I..Eh.I..”

" Look,that what I meant. Now you’re all upset because of a worthless kiss. Like it was something special. You’re blushing. That’s funny." he said coldly.

I shook my head really slow and answered : 

" Like. I. Would. Give. A. Fuck. About. You."

I turned around, walking back, noticing everyone watching me. I fell back on my seat next to Michael, who was too speechless to say something. 

"You. Him. What the fuck. Do.. Are .. You alright?", he asked confused. I nodded, my eyes closed, my breath heavy.

" Woah, wasn’t that just your first kiss?", Mikey realised slowly.

Again I nodded, this time praying that the tears wouldn’t roll down my cheeks.

Asshole. This asshole.

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If you want me to, I'll make some more chapters :)