Hazel Eyes |Ashton Irwin Dark|

Chapter 18 [Ashton]

Whenever I opened the door, she was looking down at her legs before observing her arms and hands next.

She was wearing her shorts instead of her sweatpants and I can't help but wonder why.

"What are you doing?"

She jumps and looks up, hiding her arms behind her back, "Nothing."

I step aside, letting her walk past me.

I smell the vanilla scented shampoo and her natural scent that stayed with her. Her hair was down and still damp, creating waves through her dark locks.

She stands awkwardly in the middle of my room, her legs standing pigeon toed and one of her hands holding her other arm.

Her head hung low, and her entire aura was just....off.

"You okay?"

She nods her head, "Yeah."

"You sure? You seem tense."

Her hair sways back and forth as she shakes her head, "Nope. I'm fine."

Bullshît, "Okay then. Just sit on the bed, I have to drain the tub water real quick."

I walk into the bathroom, draining the water from the previous bath I took. What's up with her? She was fine this morning wasn't she? Why is she being so distant? Sure she's quiet and timid sometimes....but distant? Never.

I walk back into the room to see her sitting down cross legged on top of the duvet. I sit on the bed and expect her to know the drill by now, but she just sits there off in her own world, picking at her fingers,

I raise my eyebrow, wondering what could possibly be wrong, "Raise your arms."

She has a hesitant look on her face and bites her lip unconsciously, as if she's debating whether or not she wants to. Why is she embarrassed? It's not like I haven't seen her already.

"Eliza? Lift your arms."

I try looking at her face which was covered by her hair from looking down at her lap. Why is she acting like this? This is starting to get in my nerves.

She raises her arms slowly as if she's scared of what's about to happen. She shouldn't be scared.

I giver her a weird look and take the bottom of her shirt, raising it over head and seeing her smooth skin against the plain black bra. I fold the shirt and set it off to the side trying to think of what could be wrong.

She covers her stomach with her arms and I lean back against the head board sighing. This is getting on my nerves, "Eliza, you better tell me what's wrong, or I won't be happy."

"Nothing's wrong," she avoids my gaze and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah, and I'm really a girl. What's up with you? You're never this shy around me."

"It's nothing."

Quit fùking lying to me.

"Eliza," I say sternly, "Tell me."

She brings her legs closer to her, hugging them against her chest as if it's her teddy bear, "I don't know....a lot of the girls here....are really pretty."

She thinks they're pretty? Sure some of them aren't bad looking. But most just start following suit in what Jayden does , "Yeah. If you think clowns and cheap perfume is pretty."

She hides her face from me again and I start to feel my eyebrow twitch. Will she just fùcking look at me already?

"You don't seriously think they're pretty do you?"