Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter Forty-Three - Emotions.

Ashton stood there in silence for what seemed like forever, eyes darting from me to Shawn and then back to me again, and I could tell by the way his shoulders were shaking that he was trying to get a grip on his emotions before he spoke. “What is going on here?”

            “It—it’s not what it looks like,” Shawn stammered, struggling to stand up before Ashton could get any angrier over the fact that his arm was still draped around my shoulders.

            “Oh, really?” There was an edge to Ashton’s voice that I had never heard before and, if we’re being honest, it sort of frightened me. “Then tell me what you think it looks like, because to me it sure looks like you were kissing my boyfriend.”

Shawn looked away, obviously afraid to make direct eye contact. “I was, but it was an accident. We were drinking, and one thing led to another, and…I’m sorry. It never should’ve happened.”

            “You’re exactly right,” Ashton took a few steps towards him, and he immediately backed away. “It never should have happened, and I’m going to make sure you regret that it ever did.”

            Shawn turned to me with a pleading expression, as if I could actually do anything to calm Ashton down, but I suddenly became very interested in picking at my fingernails instead of standing up and helping to settle some of the unspoken tension that was hovering between them. I knew from experience that when Ashton became this angry, the best thing to do was just leave him alone although, I admit, I did care for Shawn and I didn’t particularly want to see him hurt. There was just something about him that I found insanely attractive, and I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what that something was—maybe it was the slight accent he had when he talked, or maybe it was his beautiful smile and dark brown eyes that only occasionally showed the hint of red. I knew he worked for some bad people and I knew that he was a Strigoi, but for some reason I wasn’t scared of him.

I quickly shook my head, as if trying to force those insanely messed up thoughts away. I didn’t have any feelings for Shawn. The only person I love and will ever love is Ashton, and nothing or no one can change that. After being away from him for so long, how could I possibly be thinking about someone else when I had all I ever needed standing right in front of me? All I knew was that one glass of wine I barely even drank earlier must’ve had more alcohol in it than I first thought, because I obviously wasn’t in my right mind.

            My thoughts were interrupted by the loud shattering of glass, and I realized Ashton must’ve thrown something at Shawn because he was kneeling down and covering his head like we were in the middle of a tornado drill. The wine glass that had previously been resting on the table in front of me was now lying in pieces on the floor across the room, and Ashton was anxiously glancing around as if looking for something else to assault Shawn with.

            “I said I’m sorry, Ashton!” Shawn whispered, sounding less like a hundred-year old vampire and more like the innocent fifteen-year old teenager he was before Nathan turned him. “What else do you want me to do?”

            “I want you to leave,” Ashton sounded oddly calm, but instead of reassuring me it had the opposite effect and made my heart beat even faster than it already was. “but first, I want you to understand that Luke is mine. He’s not yours to come over and kiss whenever you feel like it because no one, and I repeat no one, touches him without my permission. Do I make myself clear?”

            Shawn nodded, stood up straight, and gave me the slightest of apologetic smiles before gathering his belongings and trying to push past Ashton, who was now blocking the doorway. “I thought you wanted me to leave.”