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detention (AsHtOn)

You honestly did not think that you were going to be the one ending up in Saturday detention. You got into a small cat fight with some fake-barbie-type girl in your biology class for making fun of you. You just pulled her hair and scratched her face. Yet she punched you square in the face, causing you to get a bloody nose and you were the one sitting in detention.

As you walked into the school’s library, you noticed there was only one other person in the room. And that person was Ashton Irwin. He was in your grade but honestly was quiet and kept to himself. You’d be lying if you didn’t think he was attractive.

You quickly flattened the red plaid skirt that you were wearing as you glanced for a table to sit at. You didn’t want to sit too close to him but something was drawing you to the desk right in front of him.

You shrugged and sat a few desks over from him. You tapped on your phone until your principal walked in. You quickly slid it into your jacket pocket so he wouldn’t take it.

"Alright. You two managed to end up in detention. Simple rules. Do your homework if you have any. If not, then sit. Stay in your seat. Don’t move. No phones. And the most important…. Absolutely no talking. If I catch you talking, I’ll send you to detention again until you decide not to talk. Got it?" He explained.

He made it clear that he didn’t want you talking so you just nodded your head. It was probably a trick he was trying to play on you anyway.

"I’ll be down the hall at my office. I’ll check on your every hour for the next four hours. Good luck." He said again, walking out of the room. "And this door stays open!"

As he disappeared down the hall, you let out a breath and leaned back in your seat. You slid your phone out of your jacket pocket and held it in between your thighs so you could play on it.

"You’re smarter than I thought." Ashton spoke up. "He messes with everyone like that. He says no talking and then tries to get you to talk just so you’ll end up in detention again."

Knew it.

You turned around and looked at him. He had already moved to the desk behind you as he was leaning over it, over your shoulder.

"You moved and you’re not supposed to be talking." You mentioned.

"And you’re not supposed to be playing on your phone. And you’re talking." He chuckled.

"Touché." You shrugged. "How’d you end up in here?"

"You wanna do something fun?" Ashton asked, completely changing the subject.

"Uhm, what do you mean?" You laughed.

Ashton quickly jumped over the desk and walked over to the door. He slowly shut the door quietly.

"Ashton, we weren’t supposed to shut the door." You called out.

"I guess that’s why we’re here then, right? We’re rule breakers." Ashton smirked.

"You have a way with words, Ashton." You giggled, your face slightly turning red.

"An action is worth a thousand words." He said.

You went weak in the knees at Ashton’s word. He was a smooth talker and you enjoyed it. Ashton leaned over your desk.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"Can you what?" You scoffed, a bit taken back from his question.

"I would like to put my lips against yours and move them back and forth." Ashton explained sarcastically.

"I know what fucking kissing is." You rolled your eyes. "But we shouldn’t be doing that."

"Why? It wasn’t against his rules. Neither was me bending you over this desk and fucking you so hard you go numb for a week." He winked.