At My Best. (five seconds of summer)

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Bethany Alba

After Ashton and I's very awkward kiss, the game went on.  Michael admitted that he had a crush on one of his teachers, Mrs. Gives, Luke admitted that he used to have a thing with the schools 'slut',  Ashton was forced to eat a black thing that was on the floor, Calum forced me to admit that it was my first kiss, and so on.

After playing for hours, I closed up the shop and Ashton forced Calum to give me a ride,
and forced me to accept.

And that's where I was right now.

"Okay, whatever I don't care anymore." He huffs and slouches back on his seat.

We were still arguing about the abortion topic.

"Okay but I do! Why can't you just see that it's wrong!" I yell as I stare at him from the passenger's seat.

"Why do you care what I think so much!" He yells back and I could see a smirk playing on his lips.

I fell my cheeks get hot, not because it's true, but because I was embarrassed.

"Trust me, I don't. I just hate when people can't see when they're wrong." I cross my arms on my chest and look out the window.

"How are my opinions wrong, if they're my opinions?" He replies.

He's right.

"Whatever, now I don't anymore," I say before looking about the window again.

We both stay quiet, but I could feel him staring at me. Suddenly, every part of my body seemed more visible.

I could feel my stomach popping about and my thighs seemed huge. I wanted to hide.

"What." I hiss once I've had enough of my insecurities.

"What?" He says and returns his eyes back on the road.

"Why were you staring at me?" I say as he rolls his eyes.

"Please." He chuckles, "Why would I stare at you?" He chuckles again leaving me red-faced and quiet.

He was right, again, why would he stare at me. Even though I'm 99 percent sure he was. I was fat and unattractive, why would he stare at me.

It felt like we've been driving for a really long time when only it was just a few minutes. I stayed quiet for the rest of the way until we reached my house.

"Thanks," I mumble and I grab my bag and quickly get out of his car. He doesn't say anything and looks away when I look back at him.

He stayed until I walked into the house. He was a gentleman, at least.

I didn't know if me and Calum we're friends, and in reality, I didn't know if I and any of the three other boys were friends either.

We've only known each other for a little more than two weeks, yet I've grown so attached to them.

I didn't have any of their numbers or social media's, yet they've given me a ride home almost every night.

I immediately go into my room, not even bothering to eat. I instantly call my closest friend, Charlotte.

"What a surprise, I didn't even know if you still had my contact. I didn't know if you even remembered who I was." She says sarcastically as soon as she picks up.

"You haven't tried to call me either. I'm surprised you picked up strangers call." I retort.

Charlotte and I haven't talked for two whole weeks. We were both really busy, well I was really busy, Charlotte was just busy partying.