Feeling This (Ashton Irwin)

six - introductions

*Zoe’s POV*

I quickly grab the first band shirt I see. Nirvana. The sleeves were once attached, but now two cuts have been made to accompany the hot weather. My thick, straight hair lay down my back as I jump around my room trying to get my black shorts on. I pull on a few bracelets to hide some of my scars. I sweep some make up on and grab my bag, in a hurry to get out the house as fast as possible.

I all but run past my dad and the witch in the kitchen, not bothering to say a word to them as I struggle to put on my Doc Martens.

“You realize it’s burning hot out and you’re wearing boots?” The witch asks me as I roll my eyes at her.

“You realize I don’t care what you have to say right?” I grab my penny board and slam the door on them.

I pass by many unknown houses on my way to school. Everything looks to similar in this neighborhood. As I past a house, I notice a boy with wild blue and black hair running up to me. My music was too loud to hear him, but I was assuming he was telling me to stop. I halt my board, waiting for him to catch up to me.

“Hi, my name’s Michael!”

“That’s nice?” I reply. I read his face a little more carefully, and then realize who it really is. “Wasn’t your hair like, pink, a couple days ago?” He nods, not surprised by my question, even though on his terms we’ve never properly met.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” He says brightly.

“You could say that.” I respond.

“What’s your name, babe?” Ew, who does he think he is, calling me ‘babe’?

I cringe, “Zoe.”

“So, my prediction was right…” He trails off.

I’m a little confused at this point. “Prediction?”

“You’re friends with Ashton?” And my heart skips a beat at the mention of him.

I laugh a little, turning it into a cough to hide it. “I wouldn’t exactly say friends-“

He cuts me off, “Well, I would. He hasn’t stopped talking about you. And he described you with blue and white hair, majority of the time skating. So, I took a wild shot.” He shrugs, pointing down to my board and then at my hair.

“Your prediction would be right then.” I say simply, and then process what Michael just said. “Wait, he talks about me?” My eyes widen at this absurd thought.

He bites his tongue, stifling out a laugh, “I better go. You should come around sometime!” He says, before awkwardly running back to his house. 

I shake my head at the funny encounter, before skating off to school.

..

It was last period, and I was sat in the very back, trying to avoid any social encounters. I had had enough of the teachers introducing me and everyone snickering at me for being a little out there.

A tanned boy sat down beside me, thankfully not really acknowledging me. I turn my head away from the boy, brushing all my hair to the side and lay my head on the desk. I wish that this stupid class would just end so I could go home and do something productive.

All of a sudden, someone grabs my shoulder, ripping me away from the desk so I’m once again sat upright.

“Oi, dumbass what the hell was that for?!” I say rubbing my neck and trying to keep myself from slapping them.

The tanned boy doesn’t say anything. He just stares at my face. I can tell he’s counting the amount of piercings I possess by the way his eyes dart across my face. His eyes move down to the shirt I’m wearing, and back up to my face. He moves forward, nearly an inch away from my face and I cringe. Seriously, is this boy mental?

He begins running his hands through my hair and I decide I’ve had enough. I push him away forcefully and he slumps back into his chair, a wide eyed grin across his face.

“LUKE I WAS RIGHT IT’S HER!”

“Calum, mate, what are you screaming about?”

“That girl, Ashton’s girl, what’s her name again… Uhhhh, Chloe? Rory?”

“I can still hear you, and it’s Zoe.” I spit at the two of them. The tanned one, Calum, was sporting a tank top, that nicely showed off his collar bone tattoo. The other one, who’s name I presumed was Luke, had on a plaid buttoned up shirt. My eyes flick to his lips, where I spot a delicate piece of metal poking out. A lip ring, hot.

“See I told you it was her!” Calum exclaims again. “Seriously, we’ve been wondering around all day trying to figure out if it was you or not.” Luke finishes.

I smile at the pair of them, “That’s not creepy at all.”

“I didn’t realize how much younger you were.” Luke continues. “Yeah, Ashton didn’t say you were younger.”

“I didn’t exactly tell Ashton any of my details so, I doubt he knows how old I am.” I think back to what he said, and realize that Ashton must not be my age. “Wait, so how old is Ashton?”

“19.” They both say.

“Well I’m 17, that’s not that much younger.”

“That’s true. You know that Ashton’s like a lost puppy to you, right?” I try to ignore his comment, and thank the gods that the bell rang, signalling the start of class. I wave the two boys off as the teacher yells at them to take their seats.

Apparently, I didn’t exactly get rid of them.

Calum places a piece of paper on my desk, indicating his number. He motions to flip it over, and so I do.

“Just in case you ever need someone to have lunch with – Luke & Calum”

I smile at the two of them, and realize that I might actually fit in here.

..

I lay down in bed, my long shirt covering my knees and think of everything that happened today. I met three new friends. And all of them had something to say about Ashton. How he couldn’t stop talking about me.

Although I hadn’t said a word about Ashton, mostly because I had no one to gush it to, he was constantly on my mind.

I fell asleep, wishing I could see the boy with the hazel eyes again and again.