Portraits//lashton

✰Six: Your gift is your virginity

Ashton

             I was sat in my sixth hour physics, bored out of my mind. We were correcting homework, and I already knew that I got all of the answers right. Physics is easy for me, what can I say? So instead of paying attention, I was day dreaming. I don't day dream often, because my mom tells me it's a waste of  time, and often of somebody else's time. Live in the real world, she says.

               But I couldn't help it. My mind wandered onto better things than physics, such as Luke. What a silly statement. Saying that Luke, a boy that I have a crush on is better than the world of physics, a subject that is very important to this world. But I am a teenage boy, and my ideas of what's important in this world may be altered to my own likings.

                At that moment, I only wanted to think about the blonde-haired, blue eyed boy, that always made me blush. My mind was not focused on my paper, or the smart board where equations solving for velocity were shown. I was thinking about the tall boy whispering something flirty in my ear, in his hot breath fanning against my neck.

                 He would push me up against a wall, our lips crashing together. My fingers would tangle in his perfect hair, making it not-so perfect. He would take one hand, and slowly move it down my chest, all the way down to crotch, firmly pressing his hand against it. As I stared at Luke, who was actually focused on the work problems at the front of classroom, I was having impure thoughts. My eyes fell to his lips, that were slightly parted open. He then looked at me, making my heartbeat quicken. 

                His lips formed words, without making any sound. I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to figure out what he was trying to say. He pointed to the front of the classroom, and I looked to the front. I was in the fourth row, so everyone was looking back at me, and the teacher was staring at me. Uh oh, I was supposed to be listening. But my ears drowned out everything the teacher was saying, so I could focus on the little movie playing in my head.

               "Ashton, do you know the answer, or are you hoping Luke has it since you've been staring at him for the past five minutes?" The teacher snapped. The other students laughed, and I sank in my seat. "You and Luke have a detention, you can serve it after school with Mr.Johns in the photography room." The teacher sighed, writing a note and putting it on her desk.

          Two detentions in one week? If my mom knew about this, she would definitely say that Luke is a bad influence. I looked over at Luke, and he shook his head, with a smirk. I looked down at my lap, hating the feeling of being in trouble. I hated it, it made me feel like a disappointment. But I couldn't help but smile at the look on Luke's face.

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Luke and I entered Mr.Johns room together, and Mr.Johns was surprised to see us once again. Well, maybe not Luke, but definitely me.

"Again? What is going on with you, Irwin?" Mr.Johns asked, as Luke and I sat down at the same desk as yesterday. "I know you're not a bad student. As for Hemmings, that's debatable." He added teasingly, making me laugh.

"It's just all a big misunderstanding." I responded. Mr.Johns stood up from his desk, and he adjusted his tie.

"Lucky for you two, I have a teachers meeting all hour. So you two can just work silently, don't get any ideas." He said, as he walked over to the door. Luke and I alone for an entire hour? "I trust you two to be good students." He said, as he opened the door. He waved to us, and left us alone. I'm not sure if it's technically allowed for dentition to be un supervised, but Mr.Johns was cool.