Miss Atomic Bomb | a.i

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It was the last period of the day and I hadn't focused once on the class work that had been brought to me. For the past couple of hours I had been twitching and thinking about what Rae said during lunch. The deal we made not only frightened me but made me start to beg god for confidence.

I was never a confident type of guy, obviously, but I guess I was a hopeful type of guy, per-say. I hoped that Rae would actually be herself for once. I didn't know her closely or anything, but I wanted to get to know her, unleash her real personality. It was cheesy but I wanted to know her quirks, what her mind and head worked through each day, her thinking process and the way she worked. I wanted her to feel comfortable around me desperately.

I would always down on things as well. My mom use to complain about how I constantly stressed myself out instead of enjoy myself. I sorted out wrong from right, bad from good. I wasn't a judgmental person, as I seem to be, but inside my head I would worry far too much.

What if Rae wasn't there on time? What if she had forgotten about the whole thing? What if someone, maybe even Harley, talked her out of coming to the library with me because they thought I was some kind of nerd that would shatter her chance of popularity, which is probably true anyways.

Rae was a popular girl that had far more power then me. The only power I truly had was the power to make her look bad in front of everyone. She wasn't meant to be friends with me, anyhow. If I had been her friend, our relationship would be filled with me spilling food on her, boring her with scripts and texts from anime books, and annoying her by singing my rendition of Killer's songs. Basically, she wouldn't enjoy any second of it.

The bell rang, signaling that school was over. Which meant it was also my signal to head toward the library. I went to the library quite often, but not everyday. I just went because they honestly had a way better selection of novels then the book store down town. I only went to that library on weekends when I had nothing I do. Sometimes I would randomly see Calum their and I would probably end up going to his house.

"Good luck, man." Calum says and walks past me with his bag and text books.

After going to my locker, and not even seeing Rae at all, I made my way to the library. I walked down the almost empty halls, all the kids running out of the schools since it was Friday. I never understood why it was such a rush to get out of school, but then again it was probably because I never got out or had anything of a social life.

I was almost half way to the library, fixing my bag and putting it over my shoulder because of it falling constantly falling off my arm, when I see the familiar oddly colored hair making its way down the hallway. I put my head down, hoping that Michael wouldn't notice me, but failing.

Michael crosses his arms, looking down at me in the process. I try to smile at him, walking right past him. At first I thought I was good until I heard Michael yell, "hey Irwin!" From behind me.

I stop in my tracks, shrugging up my shoulder again to try and get my bag to stay up on my shoulder. I turn around slowly to see Michael's face three or four feet away from me with a mean and stern face.

"Listen here, Irwin, you try to mess with Rae, I'm telling you.." He chuckles and bites down on his bottom lip before talking again, "he'll fuck you up." He spits at me.

"I'm just trying to help her study, is all." I mumble with my head facing my Converse shoes.

"I really don't care, just back off, Irwin." His face is serious and he looks tough as he is towering at least three inches taller then me. Michael trudges away confidently, walking down the narrow hallway with what looked like pride as I stood there with a horrified look on my face.

I never understood what the point of calling me by my last name was. It was always 'irwin' or 'water boy', Nobody ever called me 'Ashton' or 'bro' like Calum did. I don't even know how people knew my last name in the first place.

Michael not only terrified me, but the fact that he told Luke everything terrified me as well. If I messed up, not even messed up, did something 'uncool', he would get Luke to threaten me or something. I rested my bag on my shoulder firmly again, pacing for the library again after being stopped by Michael.

I walked through the doors of the library, the familiar sent of old book pages filling my nostrils. I closed the door silently and started to walk toward one of the round tables. It was odd not going to the back for once. But it was a good type of odd. I was excited but at the same time nervous.

"Ashton, buddy, you okay?" Mrs. Corey asked. She was probably wondering why I wasn't in the back if he room.

"Guess what, Mrs. Corey?" I ask, a smirk rising upon my face as I turn to her.

"What is that, Ash?"

"I have a study date." The woman gasps.

"Oh sweetie.. Who with, then?" She asks me in her posh older accent.

"Uh, this new Rae girl." I reply. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as I sit back in the small rolling chair.

"Well that's just lovely, I won't be there to ruin it." She teases and laughs.

I rest my hands on my thighs and stare at the door, watching to see when Rae would come through them. I had been sitting there for ten minutes, but I didn't expect her to come rushing to see me anyways. I would just wait there until she came.

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It had been 5pm now. Soon before, I thought that Rae was just a bit late. She hadn't shown up yet and I was starting to give up. I occupied myself by reading the same comic book I had been stuck on for the past month but I was getting really bored. The library was about to close but being me, I would probably wait till the last minute.

I shouldn't have even tried in the first place. I was so utterly and completely different from Rae. I could never understand why she would even try to see me. Especially when she had Luke.

The librarian came up to me with pleading eyes. I have her a shy smile back, hoping that she wouldn't come up to me and tell me that it was over. I knew that it was a lost cause and I didn't need anyone else to tell me so.

"Ashton.. I'm sorry but we'll have to close up in ten minutes. I think you should head out." She says patting my shoulder.

"But-" I begin to protest before talking again. "Alright."

I grab the edge of the seat, lifting myself up and rubbing my hand over my stress filled face. She didn't come. She either forgot about it, or Michael convinced her not to go.

I walk toward the door, shoving my glasses farther up my nose with my index finger whilst trying to shrug up my shoulder bag. I wasn't a very emotional guy, and I've never been in a situation like this with a girl, I've never even been in any situation with a girl matter of fact. But I then realized how much it hurt, how much it actually struck me. I felt my throat swelling up as I tried to get away from the library an my eyes felt watery as I tried to wipe away stray tears slightly with the hem of my sweater sleeves.

I started walking down the street to my house after I got out of the large and complex building. My house wasn't far but maybe ten minutes of walking was the state from my house to the high school.

As I'm walking down the sidewalk, thinking to myself of how much of an un-lucky bastard I am, my attention is drawn to the familiar black booted, honey brown haired girl, trudging out of a large white house. And coming out of the house is the one and only Luke Hemmigs, with a bloody nose and bruised up face.

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Oh god oh god oh god sorry it's so short

Yo so I hope everyone likes the way this is going, I am trying to make the story go by slowly as possible bc I hate when I make things go fast so yeah.

The next chapter is probably going to be v long so get ready friends.

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