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7. ashton & courtney

ashton & courtney // "They're essentially crazy in my opinon."

It was almost as if Courtney had to physically drag herself out of her comfortable twin bed and walk with cinderblocks on her tiny feet across the NCA campus to get to the Green Building for English class today. She couldn't tell if it was the incredibly bright sunlight that beamed through her dorm room window and onto the unsatisfied look on her face or just the sheer brutality of having to face the beauty that was Ashton Irwin this early in the morning again that made her so inclined to want to snuggle under her covers and never come out again. But she had this class first thing in the morning and eight AM was the farthest thing from Courtney's favorite time of day (if she even had one).

Trekking across campus, passing seas of Michael Kors watches and Tory Burch bags sported by the NCA California girl elite, Courtney was too lazy to even do her usual eye rolls and scoffs. It was not like she even cared an ounce anyway. She sported a big, old LA Lakers t-shirt and two sizes too big grey sweatpants that she constantly had to pick up to prevent from falling as she walked up the big staircase that led to the Green Building. She was already a solid five minutes late due to her lackadaisical awaking and slow walk to the far away building that held all the English, Writing, and Literature courses offered at the boarding school.

She mentally decided as she opened the heavy glass doors to the giant building that she would spend even little bit longer getting to class since the damage had already been essentially done. It was either that or she wanted to stall seeing a very charming Australian boy sitting in his desk with his big smile looking perfect and ruining her life all at the same time. It had been not even a whole day since Ashton's jog over to her and her friends complete with his altogether charming antics had affected her. She was constantly thinking about him, though she would never say it, since she knew she was stupid to. Maybe it was because she knew he was never thinking of her the same or even worse: the possibility that he was.

Either way Courtney was not ready to face him. His smile and laugh made her feel weaker than she knew she already was and she didn't need some cute boy to start making her actually care about things such as how she looked or her future. They were way too opposite; Courtney didn't even know the boy that well but the simple flash of his award winning grin and the way his t-shirt clung to his nicely toned arms made it evident. Ashton was the kind of boy that had a bright future. The guy you would see on magazines like Time's person of the year one day as a business mogul or a successful CEO. He would have a beautiful wife and kids and everyone would love him. Courtney didn't have that ahead of her, if she even had anything.

Nonetheless none of her attempts to un-convince herself that she liked this boy worked. She knew from a couple encounters that this boy was insanely lovable. But she also knew that she and the other hundreds of girls at this school probably felt the same and competing with them was simply going to be a lose-lose situation.

So, Courtney wandered down the large white hallways and took the stairs up to the buildings second floor where her class was. She saw the bathrooms and got the brilliant idea to increase her stalling time in there. She figured checking out her "model-runway" ready look in the mirrors and playing with hand soap would be great ways to avoid seeing both Ashton's perfectly tousled locks sitting in the desk directly beside her and Mr. Brody's furious attitude when she waltzed in what she was expecting would be at least 12 minutes late at this point.

She walked into the girl's restroom and heard an odd amount of noises coming from a stall. At first Courtney's mind came across the thought of someone being sick or hurt, but as she listed closely the noises became clear to her confused mind. It was kissing and maybe even some moaning coming from the very last stall at the end of the large bathroom. Courtney stood near the doorway trying to be as silent as should could to make sure what she heard was correct. Had she really just walked in on a couple hooking up in the English Hall bathroom? Was this her genuine luck on a morning like this?