(A/N) THIS PICTURE OH MAH GURD I CAN'T
Ashton's POV:
Once again I check my phone to see if Taylor has texted me back.
"Dude why do you keep checking your phone?" Michael asks with a smirk from across the room.
"No reason. Just checking the time." I say in an attempt to convince him.
"I don't believe that." Michael says and smile knowingly.
I can't lie to him. He can see straight through me unfortunately.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." I say quickly and make my way over to the bathroom.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I don't actually need to use the restroom. I just don't know what to do about Taylor.
She's not a bad person...though she can be a bit bitchy. Okay a lot.
But when she laughs or the way she walks like the whole world revolves around her. Which would be incredibly arrogant but her confidence is so damn sexy.
I look at my phone and see a text from Taylor.
What did you want to talk about? Call me?
I don't want to admit it but... I think I'll wait a while to reply...just cause I don't want her to know I was like waiting for her to respond.
Holy shit.
I'm not in love. Definitely not. I just feel this intense attraction to her.
God damn it. This isn't like me at all! I'm supposed to be the "popular jock".
I don't even talk to people as unpopular as Taylor.
But at the same time she's just so perfect.
Well besides her bossy attitude. Yet then again a kinda like a girl that can take charge and tell me what to do.
"Ashton what are doing in there?!" Michael yells in an accusing tone.
I sigh and walk out of the bathroom with Taylor still in my head.
"You're dead, Clifford." I says and grab a video game controller.
The whole time I can't seem to get Taylor out of my thoughts.
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The Ashton Project
FanfictionI have to get a date with Ashton Fletcher Irwin, the coolest guy in our entire high school. Him and his friends are worth millions. He a mostly nice guy but there is one problem. The boy hates my guts. Seriously since like kindergarten he's made it...
