The Ashton Project

Chapter 5

Taylor's POV:

I hear the doorbell ring from upstairs.

Bastard is here.

I swiftly lock my door and sit back on my bed once again. I pick up my iPhone. I plug in my ear buds and the world fades away.

Still far away

From where I belong

But it's always darkest

Before the dawn

So you can doubt

And you can hate

But I know, no matter what it takes

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming home

Let the rain wash away, all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes

I'm coming home

I'm coming home

Tell the world I'm coming...

A knock sounds on my door. "Go away!" I shout and close my eyes. "It's Bree. Um...Jerry is here." Bree says from the other side of the door.

She won't call him Dad either. "I'm not coming!" I yell.

I hear her foots steps walk away.

I end up staying in my room all night. When I hear Mom go to bed at 10, I get some cold pizza and soda and take it to my room.

Yikes I have school tomorrow! I have no idea what to do about Ashton.

Sigh.

I clear a space on my bed to lie down and fall asleep quickly, with both emotional and physical exhaustion.

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"Hey Ashton...whats up?" I say awkwardly.

I am turned around in my desk. We are in the one class we have together, English. David is not in this class.

Ashton looks up from his phone. As a school policy we aren't allowed to use our phones during school.

So naturally Ashton does.

"Ah...hey."

"So ah...how did you do on the homework. I think I did pretty good." I say nervously. So far he hasn't insulted me...

"Did I do something to you?" Ashton asks and squints at me.

"Excuse me? No of course not." I desperately want to ask about his party but I hold my tongue.

"Then why are you talking to me? You know I don't even like you." Ashton says matter-of-factly.

I should have known that was coming.

"Why? Just why do you hate me so much? What have ever done to you?!" I say angrily.

"Well for starters, get it through that thick scull of yours that not every one is a genius. Normal people make mistakes! Unlike you little miss know it all!"

I am taken aback. I ball my fists in my lap and know I must be glaring at Ashton.

The room is quiet; we have an audience now.

"I worked hard to get to were I am. I don't care if others aren't as smart as me. You don't know me. You don't know the half of me!" I am full out shouting now.

"And you think you know me?!"Ashton says.

"Puleez! Your like the easiest read! Your the jock! Every girls dream boy! You sing and play drums. Your like every other senior boy in America!" I say and turn away from him.

The teacher walks in and the rest of the class turns away from us.

Ashton leans forward. "You don't know the half of me." He whispers in my ear.

His breath is cool and smells of mint toothpaste.

I shiver. Why am I shivering? I am mad at Ashton. I hate Ashton...

Oh please! You know you love him!, a little voice in my head says.

I sigh and turn my attention back to the teacher.

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"Ashton?" I ask cautiously.

"What? Come to brag that you won a spelling bee or something?"Ashton says angrily.

We are at our lockers and the hall is empty.

"No! And I don't do that." I say in defense. I don't even like spelling bees!

Anymore...

"Then why are you talking to me?"

"I want to...help you. Like be your tutor." I offer.

Ashton looks at me with disbelief which is a look I never see on him.

It makes him look even cuter...

"Tutor me? That actually doesn't sound like a bad idea..." Ashton says seriously.

Hold up. Was Ashton just nice to me? And not drunk?

"Wait what? I thought you would say like that I'm just being a show of or something. "

"I was going to say that. But you know what? Consider this your second chance. I think your a total bitch and you think I'm a total dick. I think that makes us even."

Wow. I am just so confused. And oddly excited?

"Um so okay then. Meet me in the library tomorrow morning. We can go over your homework." I say uncertainly.

"Whatever. I gotta go." Ashton says and walks down the hall. His six feet tall figure recedes. I notice his grey Vans are thread with bright red laces.

He leaves me standing there with my too big backpack and rugged black converse.

I gonna have to make a lot of changes to ever get Sam of my back.

Im not sure this is even about Sam anymore...

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