The Lonely One (Lashton)

Chapter 7

(A.N. I have been holding off but get ready the chapters are about to get intense)

ASHTONS POV

The fuck is wrong with that kid? Why on Earth would he want to hang out with me?

I go to my locker to get my books for first block. I honestly don't know how I feel about it. I don't like Mr.Eaton's class, but I don't hate it. And it's not like I talk to anyone in that class anyways. I never talk. Well exept for to Camilla, but she's my bestfriend so that's always an exeption.

As I walk into class I sit at the back (like normal) and I see a sub. Her name is written across the white board in big letters, "Mrs. Dailey". She instructs us, and I quote, "Do whatever you want, it's a free day...just don't have sex or watch porn or anything like that."

I plug my headphones into my phone and put my phone on shuffle. I get a slight smile across my face as one of my favorite songs plays first.

Is it still me that makes you sweat?

Am I who you think about in bed?

When the lights are dim, and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?

And you think of what you did

And how I hope to God he was worth it

When the lights are dim, and your heart is racing as your fingers touch his skin.

I got more wit,

A better touch,

A hotter touch,

A better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet

Swewtie you have me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging bosy heat in the passenger seat

No. No. No. You know it will always be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster! Faster!

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Can you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Can you dance to this beat and hold a lover close?

So I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus

In case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off?

(Let's pick up, pick up)

Oh now I do recall, we were just getting to the part

Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.

I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.

Now let's not get selfish

Did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

Dance to this beat

Dance to this beat

Dance to this beat

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster

I've got more wit,

A better kiss,

A hotter touch,

A better fuck

Than any boy you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me

Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of

Exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?

No. No. No. You know it will always just be me

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster! Faster!

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls,

Will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Dance to this beat

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls

Dance to this beat

And hold a lover close

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster! Faster!

Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster!

As my favorite Panic! At the Disco song ends, I decide to look around the room, I don't really know who makes up this class. Oh yeah. Connor. Well he isn't here today so yay. I look at some faces, luckily not making eye contact with any. Is that...? Oh crap it is. Luke. I don't know why, something is weird about that kid... How can you be happy 24/7? I lock eyes with him but I quickly break contact. I think I see him walk twoards me and I feel a presence but I don't bother to look up. I feel someone tap on my shoulder and I take out my earbuds.

"Hey!" Luke happily greets me and takes a seat next to me. Uninvited.

"Hi." I blandly say and then look back at my phone and get on Twitter while he rambles about something I don't even pretend to listen to. Then he grabs my iPhone and types something into the notes, hands it back to me, then leaves.

"I know you cut."

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(A.N. OOHHHHH.)