The Rebellious Type

Six

•Sorry about the wait but with only like 3 reads per chapter, I'm not too inspired.•

~Alice~

I'm surprised when I feel fingers grip my wrist and tug me into a hall closet. I'm at church! I frown into the darkness just as lips attach to mine. Oh my... I pull away quickly, wiping my mouth before I hear an obnoxious yet familiar laugh. "Oh, God. At least I know you wouldn't go kissing other lads behind my back," Ashton said, moving away from me. It was still dark in this bloody closet.

"Hey, baby, are you allowed to kiss in church?" "'No forms of affection are to be shown in the house of God besides hugging and an occasional cheek peck'," I recite. Ashton's lips find mine again. I feel slightly guilty- we are in church. I simply snog him for a bit before pulling away. "I'm late for choir practice, you dumb twat!" *Don't swear!* Ashton giggled.

I sighed and pecked his lips before suddenly thinking of something. "How'd you know I attend the church here?" "Honey, you're mother practically screams 'Church'. There aren't a lot in town and I know for a fact this is the most prestigious, especially since a certain Christian school is named after it." I adjusted my jacket in the darkness. "Okay, fair." "Would you like to sneak out tomorrow night? The lads and I have an hour-long gig at a party and are invited to chill when we aren't playing." "A party?" I repeat. "Yes, silly. Where you jam out, drink, and have sex." I rolled my eyes even though he most likely couldn't see it. "I'll see you tomorrow. How can you even come to church on a Thursday?" "I have choir practice!" I defended.

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School was finally ending next week. I came out of school this afternoon with a huge smile on my face. I was ready for graduation next Saturday. I jumped as a pair of hands gripped my waist. I suspected Ashton but was surprised to see Luke. "Hey, Al, so you coming to our gig tonight?" He asked as he tugged on my school tie. "Yes. I'm sneaking her out," Ashton said as he suddenly appeared on my other side, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "Naughty girl," Luke said with a mischievous glimmer of his blue eyes. I blushed and rolled my eyes. "Oh, Lucas, don't you know that good girls are bad girls who haven't been caught?"

Luke scoffed as Ashton bursted into a fit of laughter.

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*Dont wear anything- dresses or shorts- that are too revealing. Your legs are not on display.* I sighed and double-checked my door was locked. I told my mom I was ill and she usually avoids me when I fall sick. She hates having a temperature. I tug in the bottom of my denim shorts, hoping they looked alright. I had paired the shorts with a ripped-up band tee, black Converse low-tops, and a hot pink bandana looped around into a headband like Ashton usually wore.

I heard the tap on my window and immediately opened it. Ashton's outfit was pretty basic, just add the folded black bandana. "We match," he cooed, tugging on one of my curls. "Let's get out of here, Irwin, before you wake Africa," I teased. He grinned before kissing my jawline and leading me over to the window.