Double-Crossed (An Irwin Twins fanfic)

Chapter 4

[okay so I had this chapter going yeah, and I worked on it for fucking two hours yeah? And my shithole of a brother comes in and presses command W and closes the tab yeah? And I hadn't saved yeah? sO LONG STORY SHORT I NEED TO PLOT MY BROTHER'S SLOW MURDER AND THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE SHITTY BC I HAD SUCH A GOOD ONE AND I JUST LOST ALL MY MOTIVATION TBH]

Ashton's POV

Luke.

Luke.

Luke.

Luke, Lucas? Lucifer? I wasn't sure anymore, I was still shaking from the whole ordeal as I sat in Study Hall. I had never ever been kissed by a boy, and, if we're being honest, I had never ever been kissed by anyone until just now. Being bi or gay was the last fucking thing I needed right now, and plus I liked Katrina, I'm 100% straight, right? Who am I kidding anyone who feels this great after being kissed by a guy definitely isn't 100% straight. Why would that be so bad? If Luke kissed me, he probably doesn't hate me, making him one of maybe two people on Earth (the other being my mom) who doesn't. With a small sense of acceptence I allowed my mind to wander about, pondering all the thing we could become, Lucifer and I.

Would he ever ask me out?

What would actually making out with him feel like?

How big is he... down there?

Do I even want that?

How would that even work?

Neither of us have vagina's how would that even

oH WELL THATS A GRAPHIC VISUAL

But I kinda like it... Oh shit I'm so gay

I wonder what his smile would look like if I brought him pancakes on a lazy Sunday morning?

My borderline stalker-ish thoughts were interupted by the aweful screeching of chairs being pushed out and in, and I realized the bell must have rung, meaning something I was very grateful for; the end of the day. I decided I should try and not think of Luke until I got home, last time I started daydreaming about someone I liked I walked into a fucking stop sign. 

Suddenly I felt someone hit my leg, and I looked up to see that person literally fucking fly across the room,

"Irwin you fucking faggot, if you did that on purpose I swear I will rip out your insides and make you eat them." 

"What a creative threat James, did you come up with that on your own, or did your mommy help you?" I snap, and immidiatly start praying to every God, Demon and Spirit to let me melt into the floor. 

What the fucking fuck am I thinking? James is the kind of guy that would follow through with his previously stated threat, and I just haaaaddd to try and be witty? 

"Excuse me? Did you just fucking insult me? You worhtless emo piece of shit I'll fucking kill you" James screamed, with absolutely no regard we were still in a classroom, and a small crowd of bystanders had already gathered at the door, gazing on like brainless witnesses as I awaited my immenent death.

Lunging towards me I crumbled to the ground pathetically and curled into a ball, as lame as it may seem this protects vital organs, that James would probably take great pleasure in seriously damaging. I waited for the pain, but it never came. Squinting open an eye that I had shut tightly in fear I saw what had happened, and my heart nearly jumped for joy and crawled into my throat simultaneously. Luke, out of fucking no where, had come to stand between me and James, and was currently dodging punches. Judging my the blood trickling from James' nose, Luke had already landed a blow, I watched in horror, my body frozen and forbidding me from doing anything else.