Good Girls, Bad Guys (Lashton Love Triangle)

Good Girls, Bad Guys: Chapter 7

~A/N: So far I think this is the longest part (as well as my favorite). Hope you like it.

"I warned you so many fucking times, Hemmings; can't you take a hint?" Ashton yelled through gritted teeth. "You know what? I can't actually," Luke said, and he didn't have his smug smirk plastered on his face this time. He knuckles had some scratches on them and his hair was slightly tousled. "Well she doesn't want you anywhere near her, so you should just piss off already." Ashton sneered and Luke's eyes showed annoyance in them. "If that's true, why is she here now?" Luke asks, gesturing towards me. Ashton turned around, and I felt like a kid caught coloring on the walls. "I told you to stay inside!" Ashton yelled, walking over to me to guide me inside. I pushed at his chest lightly to stop him. "This is my house, and I don't want to end up going to the county jail explaining a story I don't even know what happened. What's going on here, Ash?" I asked, pouting slightly in hopes to persuade him.

"I'm not messing around, (Y/N), go inside," Ashton warned, his face and voice relaxing slightly. I looked into the eyes, seeing how upset he actually was. "Tell me what's going on and I will," I compromised. "There's nothing to explain. Luke is just bitter since you rejected him."

"She never rejected me, Ashton. Well, not by her choice. You seem to have forgotten how willing she was for me-to finally know what it was like to get fucked properly!" Luke urged Ash on. I grabbed Ashton by his shirt towards me, stopping him from hitting Luke. "Stop! Ashton stop it!" I yell, gripping Ash by his bicep to stop him, or at least slow him down. "Stop, please stop," I begged, trying to get him to look at me. He began to try to lead me back into the house, and I kept looking over at Luke over Ashton's shoulder. Ashton stood with me inside the entrance hallway and placed both hands on my cheeks. "Look, I know you want to know what's going on, but I really don't know either. All I know is he is still the same punk he was before you and him were put together for that damned project. And I will get him to leave, okay? Just," he paused, closing his eyes and taking a breath. "Just stay inside okay?" he asked, opening his eyes again and looking back into mine pleadingly. I hesitated then gave a nod, "Fine, but if you guys start fighting I'm going outside."  

He kissed my cheek in agreement and walked back outside, closing the door behind him. I rushed to the dining room window to peer outside the window. I saw Ashton walk back over to Luke, and I could faintly hear what they were saying. "Look, I regret ever allowing you to touch (Y/N), and if I could go back and stop the threesome, I would. But unfortunately, I can't. So I'd really appreciate it if you'd just leave me and her alone."

"I would really appreciate it if you stopped lying to yourself and to her by acting like it doesn't bother you that I pleasured her more than you ever did," Luke retorted, his face not showing any emotion. Ashton stroked his temple in frustration, clearly trying not to lose his temper.

"You know, you say that so often it makes me wonder whether or not you actually mean it or if you repeat so much to convince yourself that you did pleasure her," Ashton casually responded, removing his hand from his face and looking at Luke with a smirk. Luke's expression suddenly turned from his poker face to a confused anger. "What are you talking about?"

Ashton gave a small shrug and lifted his arms along with his shoulders. "You really don't know? You say you pleasured her, but come on man. You just tasted her-that's it. You didn't fuck her, and you weren't the one that made her come, I did. You can't get a girl off by coming in her mouth. And although I am still a bit angry that you got to touch her the way I do, I pity you. Because while you were driving here to throw a little fit, I was eating her out, watching as she came undone over my touch. The same touch that always makes her come. Which in case you haven't gotten it by now, it's the touch that isn't yours," Ashton smiled after his speech, and Luke lunged for Ashton.

I ran hurriedly back outside, trying to pull Luke off of Ashton. I fumbled with the doorknob before finally opening it in a blurred mess, and ran out to see them. Luke punched Ashton in the three times, before I saw blood on Luke's knuckles. "Stop! Luke get off of him!!" I screamed, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling him off of Ashton. I saw Ashton clutching his nose bloody nose, but I looked over at Luke who was clutching his jaw. "I'm fine, (Y/N), I'm fine," Ashton grumbled before standing up. "Do you want me to take you to the doctor?" I asked, not quite sure how to help. He shook his head, looking over at Luke. "I mean what I said, Luke. Leave her alone." Ashton warned one final time before going inside the house. I stood on the grass still, unsure whether or not to help.

"Do you want an ice pack or something?" I offered, seeing some bruises starting to form on his chin and cheekbone as well as a small cut on his lip. He stood up, and started walking over to me. I swallowed the nervous knot in my throat and stayed standing straight. He stood less than a foot away from me. I looked up at him-taking in the definite height difference I had never noticed before. "I'm sorry," he apologized, before placing a tender kiss on my forehead. He walked over to his car, got in, and left without looking back. I stood there, trying to process what had happened in the past 14 minutes.