chapter 3

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a/n: sorta longerish? little bit on how ashton and Luke are around each other
i hope you like it
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groundbreaking news.

i gave in.

I tried to resist but on the way to school he "accidentally" made a wrong turn, heading towards the diner instead of school. And of course when I tried to protest but he just kept turning up the music louder and louder until I literally screamed. He then decided to pointedly ignore me and my screaming until we got to the diner. Where he proceeded to ignore me and go inside without me. I would've called someone to come get me, but due to my lack of friends, the one friend I had (other than Luke) was in school. All in all my efforts were futile.

I sat in car with my arms crossed for 10 minutes just glaring at him through the windows. He had already ordered in the time it took me to realize there was nothing I could do. That little bastard probably knew I was starving.

Fun fact about Luke: he always fucking knows when something's up.

Literally its the most annoying yet helpful thing I know about him. He says its because he's probably Batman.
I think he's an idiot.

yes conscience I did just curse again eat shit im pissed

Most likely on purpose, when his food arrives he looks right at me before putting on a 100 watt smile and exaggeratedly sniffing the steam rising from his plate. I cant see what it is but i bet its pancakes.

i could go for pancakes right now. I scowl at him and move my crossed arms lower over my stomach.

He smirks at me, laughing to himself at my apparent discomfort, before popping a forkful of pancake into his mouth. He lets his eyes slip closed as he throws his head back, placing a hand over his stomach. If the startled and disgusted looks of the people around him are anything to go by, he's doing over the top exaggerated moans.

my stomach grumbles and my scowl deepens and i throw open the door, climbing out before slamming it closed.

stupid prick, i think as i see him laughing at me when i stomp over to his table.

"oh ha ha. real funny bitch. soak it up now. just like these lovely pancakes that I'm eating soak up all of the delicious syrup"

i snark , sitting across from him, snatching his pancakes away and digging in before he can say anything.

he gasps

"did Ashton Irwin just curse at me?! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE REAL ASHTON?!?"

Luke practically yells, throwing his arms all over the place. i choke on my- his pancakes and my eyes almost bulge out of my head.

"Luke are you insane? shut up people
are staring"

i hiss at him, voice hoarse from nearly choking to death. he just shrugs.

the waitress that served him earlier walks over to our table as i scold him about being civil. she clears her throat causing both of us to look up at her.

"sir if you don't quiet down soon I'm going to have to ask you to leave"

she announces in an unamused voice.

"what if i say n-"

Luke starts before send him a death glare, making him cut off mid sentence.

"sorry about the noise he'll be quite from now on"

she raises an eyebrow, not believing me. i kick out a leg, hitting Luke's shin.

"yes quite as a mouse"

he affirms, nodding his head and miming zipping his lips and and throwing the key.

she stares at him blankly before turning on her heel and going back wherever she came from.

i go back to eating the pancakes and he sits quietly for a while before i see a spoon coming into view. i jab at his hand with my fork and he yanks it back, cradling it to his chest with a lock of mock shock on his face.

"what, now i cant have any?"

he asks incredulously.

"I'm a good person. i deserve pancakes. bad boys don't deserve pancakes. you've been a bad boy Lucas."

i mumble around a mouth full of pancake,not looking up.

he chuckles leaning both elbows on the table and leaning over to me.

"oh yeah? well bad boy here bought you those pancakes which is a very nice thing to do. unlike someone who stole them AND stabbed at me with a fork. not to mention he didn't even share. if you ask me i think you're the bad boy."

at this point I've stopped eating, sitting frozen, listening to his smirking voice. i can feel the blush high on my cheeks as he leans in closer right in my ear.

"and you know what happens to bad boys ashton?" he questions in a voice much deeper than i think legal.

i shake my head quickly.

"they get punished"

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