505 days ~ irwin

478 days before

Okay so I have no idea why but 486 days before and 485 days before are switched

Like when I tried to read it (don't judge me for reading my own story) it was fcked up

And I tried everything like I tried switching it but in my create thing it's in the correct order but when I try and read it it's not

So if you read that and was really confused I'm deeply sorry

Blame the wattpad app not me because I have no idea what's going on with it.

Brinley

"I'll be there in a few, I just have to find my key-" I come to an abrupt stop, clashing into a something. "holy shit, Ash, I didn't see you there, you scared me." I dangle my phone from my hand, hoping that Aubrey wouldn't intervene.

"Well not as scared as your going to get watching these scary movies." He smiles wide, whilst holding up a variety of different horror films.

"Oh shit, was that today?" I rub my forehead, in distress, I was drawing a blank.

"Yeah, every Friday."

"Shit, Ashton, I'm so sorry, I just made plans to go to Audrey's with Riley, I forgot-" I rub my eyes, from tiredness and stress.

"It's fine, it's fine, there's always other Friday nights." he smiles like it was nothing, but I could tell it meant a lot to him.

"Thank you so much for understanding, and I promise next time, me you and horror films all Friday." I run my hair through my fingers before brushing passed him, walking towards my car.

"Well at least let me drive you?" he yells.

"No, it's really okay, ash, I can drive myself." I open the car door, tossing my things in the back seat, as I hear Ashton walking around to meet with me.

"No really, let me." he reaches and open the door that I just closed. Ashton waited for me to make up my mind and grab my stuff from the backseat. I did.

"Okay, fine."

I could tell that I made him just the slightest bit, happier.

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"So what's up with you and the cocky jock?"

"What?" I then my head, looking at him, in complete confusion.

"Luke." His face dims just saying his name.

I swear, Ashton hated Luke more than I did, which made me more curious.

"What do you mean?"

I knew exactly what he was talking about, since everyone at the lunch table asks me constantly, but I just wasn't in the mood to give a proper answer.

"Well, when you left the lunch table the other day, we all had a little conversation about you and Luke. Michael says he went to Luke's house last week, and he wasn't there, apparently he snuck out to go to your house, is that true?" He spoke without ever looking at me, not even a glance.

"Is this seriously why you wanted to drive me to Bre's so much? I forgot that this was a interrogation." I cross my arms in complete discomfort, I felt so targeted.

"Brin-"

"No, like honestly, what about you? Huh? You lied to me about the break in at Luke's. He told me you owe him money, what the hell is that about?"

" I knew he would talk to you about it." He shakes his head at a slow pace.

"No, answer the question." I unfold my arms, to hold to up, as I shifted to get a better answer from him.

"You promised me you wouldn't believe his side of the story, Brinley." Ashton still refused to make eye contact, although we were on the highway, where no one was driving at this time.

"I don't know what to believe, because nobody is telling me anything." I was starting to lose my temper, as I let all my stress build up inside me, I finally let it all out.

"Okay, okay. Just calm down."

I cross my arms again, leaning back in my seat and staring ahead, mirroring Ashton.

"Yes I did break into his house, and he caught me, that's the truth, I wouldn't say he won, because we both have bruises-"

"Just get to the point, Ashton." I blurt, already so aggravated with this conversation.

"I owe him heaps of money." He spoke fast, I didn't understand him at first, maybe because I was in disbelief, but I wasn't as shocked as I should have been.

"How much?"

"Five hundred or something."

"Whys that?"

"Because."

"Just tell me, Ashton, because there's no point in hiding it anymore." I roll my eyes, waiting for an answer.

"I paid him to break up with you." He shuts his eyes for a split second, fearing my reaction.

If you stabbed me in the stomach it would hurt less than this.

My face drops, I instantly relax my jaw, but clenching my fists.

"Pull over." I demand.

"Brin, just let me explain, please." He still continues on the farthest side of the road to the sidewalk.

"Ashton, I swear to fucking god, if you don't pull the fuck over, I will lose it." I try my best to not scream at the top of my lungs, I held back anything and everything. "Pull over." I repeat one last time.

"Fine, fine."

I think he caved in because he was scared of me, which would be a first. Usually when I'm angry with him, I would be kicking and screaming, arguing with him like there's no tomorrow. But this is different, nothing he has said has ever hit me this hard.

He gradually pulls the car to the side of the road. I opened the door before he could stop, I waited for him to say something, but he didn't. I climbed over my seat, grabbing my bags from the back, which made me cough, uncomfortably.

"Go fuck yourself, Ashton." I strongly force myself to say, before shutting the door and taking out all my anger.

After saying that I must admit, I felt pretty fucking good, but maybe I was do harsh? who am I kidding.. He paid someone to break up with me. I would expect this kind of thing from anyone else, but Ashton? This was a different kind of low. I don't recall him ever doing something like this before.

I could hear him rolling the window down, I knew he was going to say something I just didn't know what.

"I did it for you, Brin." I heard him yell from behind me. 

I had already started walking, but stopped in shock of hearing his voice. Shortly after, I heard the wheels grind across the rocky road, making a loud noise and causing me to jump a little. 

No matter what, I was still going to go to Riley's house, because I was so angry I just needed to release off some steam on my walk and hopefully calm down by the time I got there.

I just can't get it out of my head. I thought Ashton cared about my feelings, but apparently not, I guess.