The Ashton Project

Chapter 3

Taylor's POV:

"Why are you staring at me?" Ashton sneers.

It's Thursday morning, right before eight hour.

Sam isn't here; he's already gone to class.

"I'm not staring! I just thought...your shirt looks nice!" I say. God how the girls at my school do this? If only there was a textbook or course on Flirting.

Though I would probably fail it.

Ashton gives me a "what the hell is wrong with you" look and walks down the hall and starts to laugh with one of his friends.

I walk to Sewing, my eight hour class, quickly. How is my plan gonna work if I can't get him to even speak to me with out insulting me?

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David and I are sitting in our normal seat at the front of the bus, on our way home.

"Ya know, Ashton is having a party at his house tomorrow." David says matter-of-factly.

"How'd you find out?" I ask. We definitely aren't peoples first choice for anything.

"I was invited." He says smugly.

"What did you do someone's homework for them?" I tease. David is incredibly intellectual and people are always trying to cheat him.

No one try's to cheat of me. I'm not "cool enough".

"No I did not. Ashton invited me."

"Say what? You don't mean the one who hates my life?" I ask in disbelief.

"He doesn't hate your life. And he a cool dude. I don't get why he hates you though."

"Me neither. Hey, what time is this party starting tomorrow?"

"It starts at six. I'm probably going. Why do you ask?" David says, curiously.

"The Ashton Project starts tomorrow." I say mischievously.

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"Taylor! David's waiting for you down here!" Mom shouts from downstairs.

I nervously check my self in my dresser mirror.

I flat ironed my hair and then put it into a side ponytail that rests on my shoulder. Normally the most make up I ever wear is mascara and lip balm but, now I'm wearing the whole shebang.

I am wearing a red long sleeved sweater dress that goes to my knees and black leather flats.

I look much better than usually.

I grab my blue purse ( from like, seventh grade) and run to meet David.

His eyes widen has he looks at me. "Have her home by 10. Have fun honey!" Mom says kindly and waves as we walk to David's car.

When we reach Ashton's house I suck in a deep breath. David whistles.

He lives in a mansion! It looks like it has at least ten bedrooms! I never understand why people buy these houses.

We walk to the door and ring the bell. I can hear loud party music and shouting. I am so out of my comfort zone.

A boy comes to the door. He then walks away. I look at David. He shrugs and we walk in.

There are people everywhere.I can't even hear my self think. A blond haired girl wearing what looks as long as belt starts talking to David.

"I'll see you later, okay?" He says.

I nod. "Sure, I'll see you at 10."

The girl and David walk away. I wander through the crowd. My dress is considerably longer than most of the other girls here. Many of the girls are tweaking and grinding on boys.

I look away in disgust. I wander some more until I reach the stairs. There does not seem to be any one up there so I climb the stairs.

No one notices me. I look at the photos on the wall. For the first time tonight, I remember that this is Ashton's house.

I look in the rooms and soon find one I suspect is his.

It loos like any 17 year old boys room would. I sit on the blue comforter. I thought coming in here would give me some insight on how to get Ashton to like me.

"What are you doing in my room?" Ashton slurs from the door way. He is carrying a clear bottle; it's definitely not water.

"Ashton? I'm sorry, I'll just leave now." I start to leave.

"Don't leave, babe. Kiss meh."

"Excuse me? Are you underage drinking?" I ask and put distance between him and myself.

He laughs. "I'm drunk. And it's the best. Have some." Ashton offers me the vodka bottle.

I back away. "What you've never drank before? It's wonderful, babe." He says and shoves it into my hands.

It's wet and cold with condensation. I gulp nervously. Is getting rid of Sam worth this?

But other than that, I bet every one else has had vodka. So why can't I? I need experiences for college any way.

I take a big swig. Ashton smiles happily.

The strong alcohol burns my throat and makes me cough.

"Oh look little miss perfect is getting "inappropriate" " Ashton mocks.

I glare at him. The vodka is still burning my whole mouth. "What is your problem with me?"

"What problem? I have no problems. Now make love to meh." Ashton says and puts his hand to my back. He try's to pull us together but I resist.

"Fuck off Ashton. Your drunk." I say and run out of his room. I take the stairs two at a time. I push through the crowd till I find David. I pull him to the door.

When we are outside he asks me, "What was that for? I was about to get that girls digits!"David complains.

"Some thing happened...I don't want to talk about it. Can we go home?"

"But we've only been here for an hour!"

David must notice my pleading eyes because we get into the car. Once we reach my house, I thank David and tip tie to my room. I peel of my dress and wear my pj's a baggy shirt and athletic shorts.

I crawl into my bed and cry. But why? Ashton was finally being nice to me, even if he was drunk.

The scary think is now I know that the Ashton Project is not only to get rid of Sam.

I love Ashton. I want him to kiss me, soft and slow. It is this that scares me the most.

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(A/N) So what do ya think? BTW the acronym for this book is TAP which for some reason I find that really cool...

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