Tell Me I'm Pretty [Lashton AU]

Chapter 9

Ever since that fight, Luke and Ashton haven't talked or texted. It was a few days since then and Ashton disappeared once again, not showing any signs of where he was or who he was with. Luke was afraid that it was because of him and he hated that thought.

There must be something else, though. He wouldn't go all out just to not talk to Luke, would he? It would be pathetic for him to skip school just so he couldn't talk to him. He knew that it would be difficult to do avoid each other since they have so many classes together, but they could manage.

He didn't see the point of even avoiding each other, either. Because, he was rude and he keeps admitting when he is (not improving...), but he's not even sure why Ashton freaked out all of a sudden. He's said these things before, why is he only now taking offense to it?

However, Luke did realize that maybe Ashton always took offense to it. He didn't see why, since he never really insult Ashton. He called him a slut, but why take it as an insult? It could be a compliment if you want it to be. It could even be a really good one since it means you have a lot of sex and that means you're hot and popular.

He figured people like Ashton would love to be told that. Maybe Ashton didn't want to be popular, though. If he didn't, then why is he always dressed for attention? No one just chooses to wear fancy clothing to school without knowing and caring that tons of people would see them.

It's not like he just wore sweats and a shirt or jeans and a band tee. He wore bright pink skirts with white blouses and pearls and giant bows in his hair. It was like he literally craved attention. He wanted all eyes on him and he sucked more díck than a gay pornstar, so he obviously loved to have people's attention on him and only him.

The thing is, sometimes Luke still worries because Ashton is still a nice person deep inside. He had a foot of steal and a glare that could kill anyone. But, he also did love music and the color pink and he seemed to love bunnies. So, Luke didn't want him to get hurt.

That's why he thought constantly about how he had those bruises and he wondered where they were from. A parent? A boyfriend? A stranger? A bully? The list could go on, but those were his main thoughts and none of them were very pleasing to him. Nothing involving Ashton with bruises was good. Unless they were love bites or something.

Luke just sighed as he sat down at the bleachers, waiting for Michael to go ahead and perform or whatever for his gymnastics competition. He wasn't going to go since he figured Ashton would be there, but since he's been absent he figured Ashton wouldn't show up once again.

As he waited, he looked own at his phone and grimaced a little at the smears of his thumb prints. He wiped the phone with his shirt and Calum snorted in amusement. The supportive boyfriend was also waiting for Michael. Only, he had a shirt with Michael's name on it and looked like a ridiculous cheerleader. Only less pretty.

Since he was bored, Luke unlocked his phone and hummed softly while scrolling through his texts and hoping that maybe someone texted him. Sadly, no one has. He hesitated and went back to his and Ashton's. He looked around and made sure no one was looking before scrolling through.

He bit his lip, eyeing the pictures of Ashton's body and squirming in his seat. He missed kissing that body, touching it. Feeling the warmth of his skin on his hands and just being in Ashton. Fucking him and biting his neck. He didn't see why they couldn't have sex or something and just keep it on the down low.

Luke knew they won't, so he struggled and relieved himself when seeing the pictures. Cause they're better than nothing. Sadly, he couldn't get off in public or anything. He was stuck trying to hide his phone and keep the brightness down while staring at Ashton in pretty panties and eyeing his pink lips that were tinted red with lipstick. Sadly, his eyes weren't in the picture since he hides his face.