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Luke's POV

I was worried about Ashton.

I knew he wasn't fine.

He was lying about something. I could tell.

When he lied, he bit his lip which made me want to kiss him even more.

Anyway, I had to find out what was wrong so I could make Ashton happy again.

All I wanted was to see him smile because of me.

We were in history class. Again.

I swear, we have this class everyday.

I watched Ashton with worry. His eyes were a little bit red.

Maybe he had been crying?

I felt a pang of hurt in my chest as I thought of Ashton crying. Alone.

I really wanted to help him. I love him so much.

Ashton took out his book and I frowned.

"Psst." I whispered at Ashton and he looked up, pushing his hair to the side.

"Are you sure you're alright, Ash?" I asked him and he nodded in reply, not wanting to get caught by Mr Krupinski.

"You sure? You just took out your science book." I pointed out and his cheeks tinted pink.

I loved making Ashton blush. It was adorable.

"Oh." He stuffed the book in his bag and searched in his bag for the right one.

He finally looked up, a frown was set upon his beautiful features.

"I must've left it at home." He mumbled softly, slumping back in his chair.

"Come and share with me." I suggested.

"You sure?" He asked but I was already ordering the guy next to me, Sam or whatever his name was, to swap places with Ashton.

Ashton sat slowly in the seat next to me.

Mr Krupinski was too busy explaining something about dead people to notice.

I moved closer to Ashton, my hand slightly touching his one.

I leaned forward slightly and whispered, "So, where are we up to?" I gestured towards my history book.

"Um.." Ashton flipped through a lot of pages. I guess I was really off track. Oops?

"This one." Ashton pointed at something and looked back up at me.

He licked his lips and I groaned inside.

Please don't do that, Ash.

It makes me want to kiss you so bad.

But obviously I couldn't do that because I didn't know if Ashton even liked me that way.

I sighed.

Besides, we were in the middle of history class and I couldn't just kiss him.

That would be awkward.

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