A/N: BTW AT SOME POINT IN THIS ASHTON MENTIONS JASMINE, YOU WILL GET TO KNOW HER MORE AS THE CHAPTERS COME OUT BUT ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT HER FOR NOW IS THAT SHE IS HIS FUCK BUDDY.
(Ashton's POV):
"Let's see what you've got," she says, as she takes her spot at the end of the court. I actually don't know shit aboutBadminton, but I've seen mum play a couple of times so it can't be that hard. I mean, it's just hitting a damn Shuttlecock.
I take my spot. "Hit me with your best shot, princess." As soon as I said that, she throws the shuttlecock into the air and hits it. I barely had time to fucking move before it flew and landed. "What the fuck?" That was the fastest hit I've ever seen in my life.
"You know you're supposed to hit it, right?" She says, and I can hear Harry and Lauren giggle as they watch from behind the fence. When the fuck did they even get there?
"Don't you think I fucking know that? When did you learn how to hit like that?" I said irritated.
"Four years of badminton" she said grinning. Shit, I forgot about that. Why did I even come out here in the first place?
"Well, do you mind toning it down a little bit? Some of us aren't that competitive," I grin, knowing it would piss her off.
"I'm not competitive. I just know what I'm doing," she shot back. Damn, she got me on that one.
I turn to pick up the shuttlecock off of the ground. "Your mouth seems to have gotten a whole lot bigger, Y/N." i told her referring to her comeback she shot at me.
"You've just gotten a whole lot more annoying," she replies. Since when did she suddenly grow a backbone overnight? Just last night she didn't even know how to reply to half the things I said to her.
"You weren't saying that yesterday when you got here," I wink at her and throw up the shuttlecock, hitting it as hard as I could. She easily hits it back and I miss it. Fuck.
"Excuse me? You came onto me?"
"You liked it." I started taunting her.
"In your dreams, Irwin." she glared at me.
"I bet that if I kissed you again you would let me." I grin smugly at her and her mouth closes. God, she's so damn readable. Her face is like a damn book. She's just like every other girl out there.
"You guys kissed?" Harry's voice pipes up. Fuck, I forgot him and Lauren were watching.
"No, we didn't do shit, mind your own business." I snapped.
"Jesus, do you have to curse right in front of them?" She said while letting out a sigh.
"I curse all the time, what's the problem?"
"They are both younger than you expessially Harry, He's only 10." She reminded me.
"And I'm twenty, are we done pointing out the obvious?" I grin as she groans. She's so easy to piss off.
"You shouldn't be saying those words around them" she huffs.
"Last time I checked, they were just a bunch of letters put together, so it really doesn't fucking matter," I reply. I wasn't mad, but I was getting there. I just wanted to play some god damn badminton, not get a lecture from her. She acts like my mum way too much.
"You're unbelievable." she rolls her eyes at me.
"What else is new? Now can we play some badminton or are you still going to bite my ass about this?" She was practically fueling the anger that had built up inside of me for so many years. Anger from my dad beating me. Anger from him leaving. Anger from my past. She has pissed me off more than anyone I've ever met, even Jasmine as much as I'd hate to admit it.
I watch her shake her head defiantly and walk over towards Harry and hand him the racquet. She's got to be fucking kidding me. She walks toward me, holding out her hand. I refuse, shaking my head. I want to play some fucking Badminton.
"Give me the racquet, Ashton." She ordered and I shook my head again.
"No, we're playin badminton." I challenged.
"No. I quit, so hand me the racquet so Harry can go put them up."
I refuse again and she groans. "Fine. You can put them up yourself then."
As she begins to walk away I grab her wrist and she snatches it back. "Don't touch me." she says through gritted teeth.
"We need to talk," I say exactly the same way she just spoke to me.
"I'm done talking to you."
damn she has too much sass
"No, to hell you are. Stop being so fucking hardheaded." I was so close to snapping but I know I didn't need to do that. I liked it better when I was on decent terms with her. "Harry, Lauren, go inside," I ordered.
They quickly obeyed. That's how it should be.
I turn to her. "You are the most irritating woman I have ever met."
She sighs and crossed her arms. "I would say the same thing about you."
"What's your fucking problem?" My fists clenched.
"Mine?! You've been nothing but mean to me since I got here!" she yelled.
I didn't know exactly what to say to her at that moment. I didn't know what I was feeling at all. I felt numb. What was this mysterious english girl doing to me?
