It's Ashton Not Ashley

5.

~small trigger warning~

I met Luke by the lockers after school the next day. I had to tutor him just so he can pass. Luke walked up to me with a small smile. "Hi Ashton," he looked at me.

"Hi. Are you ready to get our study on?"

Luke chuckled. "It's a tutor joke. You wouldn't understand," I explained and he took me back to his house. "My house isn't the best place to be," he said as we came across a trailer park.

"Hey, that's okay. I'm not in the place to judge you, so I won't," I said. I really wasn't, plus it wasn't right to judge anyone especially since you didn't know their living condition.

Luke took me into his trailer. "Hi, mom."

"Hi sweetie, who's your friend?"

Luke gestured to me. "His name is Ashton. He's going to help me study in biochemistry."

His mom gushed. "Oh, that's great! I'm Liz," she pulled me into a tight hug. "Welcome to the family!"

"Okay, mom. We're going to study now. It's a huge test."

"Okay, have fun sweetie!" She walked off into the kitchen and Luke dragged me into his room. His room was decorated in band posters and it looked like a typical angsty teenager's room.

"Nice room," I sat down at the chair that was by his desk.
"Thanks I decorated it myself," he smiled a little and sat on his bed.

I nodded and pulled out my book. "What do you think you need a refresher on?"
"Just a bit of everything. I want to make sure I pass."

"I want to make sure you pass too," I said and I opened the book to the page I needed. I looked at him and he smiled.

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For that next hour, I showed him studying techniques, watched him take notes, and helped him study the information until he knew it well enough to at least get a C minus. Luke closed the book and looked at me. "What?" I blushed.

Before he could answer there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Luke said and his mom walked in. "Are you guys hungry? I can make you guys a small snack if you'd like."

Luke shook his head. "No thanks. I'm good," he looked at me. "I'm not hungry, but thank you anyways."

Mrs. Hemmings nodded and turned her back. "Will you be staying for dinner, Ashton?"

"I guess I can."

"Great! Well, you two have fun," she left, closing the door behind her.
"Your mom is so nice."
Luke nodded, "she is. The best thing about her is her cooking. Her cooking is just amazing!"

"I'll guess I'll be the judge of that," I chuckled.

"I guess so," Luke said as he looked at me once again. But this was more of a quirky look.
"What?"
"Nothing," he smiled at me.
"Luke, tell me," a cute pout formed to my lips. He looked at them and I watched as a small smirk crept upon his face. "Have you ever wondered what a boy's lips tasted like?"

"If you're asking if I've ever kissed a boy, the answer is no, Luke."

"Ah, that's not what I'm asking though. I asked if you ever wondered what one's lips tasted like. See, I have this theory."

"What's that?" I cocked my head.
"Everyone has their own taste. You are..." he trailed off and placed his lips on mine. Luke closed the gap allowing his hot breath into my mouth. I gasped and my eyes widen as I felt his hard on brush against my jeans.

"You are candy apple," Luke grinned. "You're sweet, but there's something about you that tasted so sexy."

I blushed and looked at Luke's hard on. "You should probably go Ashton."