Skinny Hips // Ashton Irwin

nineteen // sex on the beach

//Annie//

I sat on Matty's bed with my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands, listening to the three boys argue.

"Oh, shut up, Ashton, if she really wanted you she wouldn't have came here with me," Matty chuckled, confidence leaking off his tongue.

Ashton scoffed, "Shut the fuck up Matty before I beat you like I beat your brother."

"What?!" I exclaimed, my head flinging straight up, grabbing the boys' attention. "You're brothers?"

"Isn't it ironic?" Braldley laughed, "Desperately trying to get the attention of two boys that you didn't even know were brothers?"

This time it was my turn to scoff. "Don't flatter yourself, Bradley, I never saw anything in you."

"Exactly," Matty chipped in, "If she did she wouldn't have just gotten in to bed with me."

I turned to Ashton, watching his face turn red with fury as he balled his hand in to a fist and swung for Matty, missing--thankfully--from Matty ducking away from the punch. "Fucking chill, man!"

"Don't tell me to fucking chill!"

"Why are you so mad, Ashton?" Bradley laughed, getting the attention of my fuming friend. "Didn't you tell me earlier that she's not your girlfriend?"

I stared at Ashton, hurt taking over me. His eyes darted between Bradley and I, and I could tell he was trying to come up with someone to say but nothing came to mind.

I could feel a lump in my throat and tears welling in my eyes although I knew that I had no reason to be mad; I had just slept with another boy, I was in the wrong.

I sighed, sitting back against the wall and pulling my knees in to my chest, burying my face in my knees. I could feel each boy's glare on me but in that exact moment I just wanted to disappear; I had done something terrible purely out of spite--this was not the right thing to do.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, looking up. I let myself cry, tears slipping down my cheeks and dropping on my thighs, leaving dark wet marks on my jeans. "I'm so sorry Ash."

"Why?" He shook his head, his curls swaying. "Why would you have me here looking like a fool?"

The tears came heavier. I looked from him to Matty who was staring at the floor, and then from Matty to Bradley who was staring at me.

"Look, give me a text tomorrow or something, yeah? We'll talk then, I'm going home." I watched Ashton shake his head as he shoved his hands in to his pocket and walk out of Matty's room, down the stairs and out the door. I sighed, standing from my place on Matty's bed and turning to him.

"I should go too, I really need to sort things out, I suppose. Talk to you soon, Matty." I said this, but there was nothing needing sorting out. To Matty I was sex and sex only, and there was no more to it then that.

I ignored whatever words the two brother's exchanged as I walked down the street, ready to walk the four blocks back to my mum's house. 

I was a block and a half of walking out the road when the darkness became a bit too much and I became weary of the dangerous neighborhood. A group of men leaving a pub began to walk in my direction and instantly I wrapped my arms around myself and kept my head down, hoping they'd pass me without a single comment; I was wrong.

Once near enough I could hear them beginning to holler, and soon enough I was in their grasp and listening to their comments.

"I love the skinniest girls best," one commented, "always so tight."