burns ≫ a.i.

0.4

Ashton strolled into his apartment cooly, and closed the door with the heel of his foot. In the ceramic bowl by the door were his keys he had just set there, and his leather boots lay distressed beside the end table neatly placed to the side.

His larger feet were covered in black socks as he shoved his hands into his front pockets as he continued to walk into the kitchen. The switch was pulled up in a quick motion and it illuminated the kitchen and dining room with a yellow tint and the darkness everywhere else laid untouched.

His phone buzzed in the back pocket of his tight jeans and to be honest he wasn't in the mood to deal with any of Luke's shit. He was exhausted and hungry, and most of all angry. Why did she have to be so nice? It was putting a damper on him that she didn't seem effected by his rude actions and that no matter how much of an asshole he was to her she was nothing but nice in return. Would it be too much to get snappy with him and make him feel the satisfaction of seeing a cute girl when she's angry?

Obviously.

What was her problem anyway? Why did she always keep to herself? Certainly the male population didn't want that, and all the females were glad she didn't do as much as say a word to anyone except that cafe boy, because it would lower their chances. Honestly if any girl was to compete for anyones affection that girl he lived next to she would surpass the other girl so far it would be insane.

Part of him was happy she didn't talk to any other people except the cafe boy, because it meant that potentially it would be easier for him to get in her pants. She wouldn't see it coming and he would get what he wanted, and nobody would know. What would she do about it? Say that he didn't stay after he popped her cherry? That wouldn't fly with anyone and she would just end up making a fool of herself. Plus the cafe boy wouldn't let her do that if he actually gave more than one shit about her.

Similar thoughts and questions filled Ashton's head while he ate his excuse for dinner and when he laid alone in his bed tossing and turning all night.

It was 6:00 am and time had passed quicker than he thought it would. He woke up with a messy mop of curls and he stumbled into his bathroom. He flicked on the light too soon and his eyes squinted. He hadn't slept a blink last night and it was starting to dawn on him already.

Hoping a hot shower would help cure his tensed muscles and swarming mind, he climbed in the stand up shower and in fifteen minutes he climbed out. Drying his toned torso he then tied the same towel around his waist, and then grabbed another to ruffle his mop of disheveled waves.

After taking care of the necessities, he strolled into the kitchen in tight black jeans, black boots, and a grey hoodie. He didn't feel like wearing all black for the 3rd time this week, fearing that his professors would start making comments that he wore too much black. He hated that, and it happened quite frequently.

By the time his shiny white mustang pulled into the lot of BU, he was a little groggy. He turned off his car with a quick motion and grabbed his small bag for notebooks and stuff while walking into campus and strung it over his shoulder. He was also happy he wore a hoodie today because it was even chillier than yesterday.

When he made his way to the commons across the cafe, he met with Luke and Andy. There were a few other punks that always tagged along to say they did but they didn't mean shit to him.

"Hey man," Andy had said chuckling at his hair. He scoffed and ran a hand through it and Andy shoved his shoulder.

"Bother to pick up your phone asshole?" Luke had angrily spat and he tied it off with a glare in his direction. Jesus what was his problem?

"Damn no need to be so clingy.." Ashton had joked and nudged Andy's shoulder, and they snickered quietly together.

"I'm not clingy and you damn well know that. I'm the one who taught you how to fuck nd leave? Ring a bell?" Luke rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. They were covered in a black jean jacket, and his signature blonde quiff stayed perfectly as he cocked his head slightly to the side.