liar liar ➵ 5sos

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⠀⠀Ex-Girlfriend And Regrets

ashton's pov

I pulled up the hood of my hoodie over my head while walking out of the frontyard. I thought of going out today - to maybe the park? Like a morning walk. Just to get some fresh air.

Upon reaching the pathway, I turned my head to the right to see Michael's house which was just opposite and 2 blocks away.

And there was Marilyn running out while carrying a school bag and a stack of books in her hands. It's 8am right now, doesn't her class start at 7.30?

She's late.

Should I give her a ride? I mean, her school is quite far from here. (a/n: NOooOo you could be doing better things like fucking Calum)

I should atleast help her while I'm here. (a/n: lord give me strength)

I shrugged and ran into the garage and got into my Dad's car. I didn't get to have my own car yet although I got my driver's license.

I put the key in the ignition and put the car in drive.

I drove slowly and followed Marilyn's pace. Apparently she didn't go so far yet.

"Do you need a ride?" I asked, after winding down the window.

She flinched and glared at me.

"Fuck off Ashton." She walked away. I kept up with her.

I stuck out my bottom lip. "Aren't you late babe?"(a/n: NO) I pursuaded.

She stopped in her tracks and huffed, "Fine, and this is only because I'm late and I don't want any more detention hours."

I smiled and unlocked the door. She swung open the door and got in.

I knew the way to her school so there was no need for her to tell me the directions and she knew that.

Marilyn wouldn't face me at all, she was just staring out of the window.

I chewed the inside of my cheek.

"So... How are you?" I asked rather awkwardly.

She stayed silent,

Okay then.

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Finally, we reached.

It was so silent throughout the whole drive that I could hear my own breathing.

I tried to start a conversation but Marilyn just wouldn't reply me. She acted as if I wasn't here.

Well excuse me bitch(a/n: go ashton), I'm trying to be nice to you but you're not appreciating that.

"Thanks." Marilyn muttered under her breath - keeping that straight face.

I grinned. "No problem." She rolled her eyes.

She opened the door and got out swiftly.

"Do you want me to pick you up la-"

Marilyn slammed the door and brisk-walked into the school. (a/n: you go glen coco)

"Oh." I winced.

Guess not.

She's obviously still mad about the thing.

*flashback*

I had went to a big house party with Marilyn.

We walked in hand in hand. And of course, what's a party without drinks right?

There were drunk people grinding onto each other. At the corner of the room, there was a pair making out roughly. And people dancing of course.

Just another party.

"Ashton, promise me you won't drink alright?" Marilyn tugged my arm. "I don't want to see you making out with a bitchacho."

I laughed. "Alright."

But I completely disobeyed her. I had probably chugged down like 5 glasses of vodka.

I had lost Marilyn in the middle of the party.

"Make out with me baby," a girl put her arms around my neck. My sight was so blurry that I can't really see her features - except for her blonde hair.(a/n: it's Calum isn't it)

"Sureee," I slurred. She giggled.

She ran her hands through my hair, pulled my face into hers.

At the very moment our lips met, A flush of regret wiped over my body. I realized what I was doing and knew it was wrong but I can't bring myself to stop.

I was consumed in the passion.

But in a flash, that passion was gone.

"Ashton what the fuck!" I heard a familiar voice scream.

I stopped and turned my head to see Marilyn.

She covered her mouth with her hands and started tearing up. (a/n: bye bitch)

I pushed the blonde girl away and ran to Marilyn.

"I-I didn't mean to-" I touched her shoulder. She immediately swatted my hand. I withdrew my hand back.

"Don't fucking touch me please." She choked a sob and ran out of the house.

I stood there and stared at her as she ran.

*end*

Ping.

My phone beeped. I stared at the screen.

Unknown Number

I slowly slid my finger across the screen.

The closer you get to Marilyn again, the higher the chances of her getting hurt harder. Physically and emotionally. -N (a/n: this is me)

Fuck you.

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*midnight memories*

I LOVE KFC -tiARA

the author notes are once again me and probably will only be me since tiara has no sense of humor
jk she funny as fuck -allaboutthegay