The Ashton Project

Chapter 6

Ashton's POV:

I just want the guilt of my back.

C'mon Taylor is so lame I don't even know why I care.

Besides, I could really use the help.

I walk into the library and see Taylor sitting alone at a table waiting for me.

I walk up to her. "Lets get this over with." I say to her.

Taylor looks up and gives me an annoyed smile. "Gladly."

I almost jump away from her.

Taylor Joney is wearing makeup.

Like the whole thing.

Her face looks radiant. Taylor's brown eyes look gigantic.

But I totally don't care...right?

"Okay...lets um get out your home work from last night." Taylor says nervously as she slips her ear buds into the pocket of her denim jacket.

I smirk at her and grab math and English work.

Taylor's POV:

I think this is an appropriate time to use the term "sweating like a Christmas turkey." Or is it a thanksgiving turkey?

Hold on it doesn't matter.

I look at Ashton's answers to the questions about To kill a mockingbird. " Did you even read the book?" I ask. He didn't get any of the answers correct.

"So to kill a mockingbird isn't about a real bird?" Ashton asks dubiously.

I want do smack him across the face. "No idiot. Now take my book and read chapter one." I say lightly.

I grab my book from my back pack and hand it to him. Our fingers touch just for a moment and a burst of electricity goes through my body.

No no no! No more weird feelings body! You don't like him. You don't like him.

Ashton opens the book and starts to read. He reads with the book propped on the table and his hands on both sides of the book.

When he's done reading, he sets the book on the table. "God I'm so stupid." Ashton says with a small laugh.

I laugh. "No...your not. You just need to do the work. I'm like that too."

"Yeah but with you, you just figure everything out. You've got everything figured out." Ashton says and looks me in the eyes.

Our eyes lock but mine dart away after a second.

"I definitely don't have things figured out, Ashton. My life is anything but, figured out. You wouldn't understand." I say quickly.

"Come on. Your my tutor. Make me understand." Ashton says and leans forward. Our faces are only two feet apart now.

If this were some typical fan fiction I would kiss Ashton right now and we would live happily fucking ever after.

But this is my life. My crazy, screwed, up, stupid life.

The moment passes. "Uh let start the math work."

Ashton looks almost disappointed. "Uh yeah, okay."

After fixing his math we part ways. As Ashton is walking away he stops and turns back to me. "Text me to see when we can meet at my house!"

"I don't have your number Ashton!" I say.

"Don't worry. I wrote it in your planner when you weren't looking!" Ashton says and gives me a smug grin.

I laugh and watch as Ashton leaves.

Wow. I just hung out with Ashton and he didn't insult me or tease me.

Maybe Ashton is a good guy after all...

But...

My feelings seem to be having a war inside me. And the casualty rate is one. Which would be me.