Shattered (Continuation of: The Chase) ▹ Ashton Irwin

Chapter Fourteen

It was almost 5 c'clock in the evening by the time Ashton and I had gotten a lot of work done, and when Anne left to go somewhere with Ashton's grandmother, I still felt like an idiot. I wasn't sure why there was such a big pit in my stomach, but it felt like my insides were being eaten away by a mixture of worry and uneasiness. As much I have spent these past hours trying to focus on geometry, all I found myself doing was looking over to Ashton and staring at him. He didn't seem to notice, but I guess that's probably a good thing.

That girl...Leila, or whatever. She freaked me out, to be honest with you. I don't know what made her want to walk up to me and basically tell me she's hooked up with my boyfriend 30 times, and I also don't know why I feel so skiddish about it. I know that really shouldn't bother me, considering I didn't even know Ashton back then...or did I?

Oh my fucking god, I thought to myself as my wide eyes shot over to look at Ashton who sat beside me. His focus was on the last geometry problem left to do, while mine was completely on him, and the thought that just came into my mind. Don't think that way.

"Done." Ashton said proudly. I watched as he tossed his pencil onto the textbook, and looked over to me. He flashed a smile, and I forced myself to return one back. I looked at his bright green eyes, and I was surprised that I wasn't instantly mesmerized by them. When I stared at him and he stared back, all I could see were all the sluts he's probably-

"Fuck." I groaned, shutting my eyes and trying my best to stop thinking that way. Ashton furrowed his eyebrows at me, and he looked just as puzzled with me as I did with myself as well.

"You alright?" Ashton asked. I sat up a little to fully look at him, but my eyes forced themselves to glance away. I could feel Ashton staring at me, but I kept my gaze off of his and curled my lips in so I wouldn't say anything stupid.

"Brooke." Ashton spoke up again.

"What?" I asked.

"I asked you a question," he said softly as he scooted closer to me.

"I know." I squeaked. Ashton raised his eyebrows and slowly nodded his head, I guess encouraging my to answer his question.

"I'm fine." I finally said in response.

"It doesn't seem like it," Ashton pointed out.

"Well how could you tell?" I challeneged.

"Cause I'm not stupid." he replied. I leaned back a little on my hands, finally finding enough strength to look at him. He held a lot of concern in his eyes, but I really couldn't focus on that right now. I had a specific thought in my head, but I didn't know how to address it.

"Um..." my voice trailed off and I began to chuckle at myself. I felt stupid. "I dunno."

"Dunno what?" Ashton asked, slightly narrowing his eyes at me. I shrugged again and looked to the side, which made Ashton sigh.

"Brooke-"

"How many times have you had sex." The words slipped out of my mouth, and there wasn't even any question to the tone in my voice. I felt my heart skip an awkward beat and the room fell silent. I felt my cheeks flush red, and I shut my eyes in embarrasment.

Way to go, dipshit.

After a couple moments I slowly opened my eyes to see Ashton staring at me with his mouth slightly agape and his eyebrows furrowed over his eyes. His facial expression screamed 'confused,' just as much as mine probably screamed 'embarrased.'.

"What?" Ashton asked. I remained silent while my eyes grew wide. Ashton leaned forward a little bit and looked at me for an answer. The thing is, I didn't really have one. I don't even know why I just asked that. Well, I did, but it was a stupid reason.