Teacher | Ashton Irwin

Forty Three

He parked in the school parking lot beside the football pitches. He placed his hand on my thigh and smiled, "It's a cup match. Everyone with be here soon as it kicks off at 12. Come with me."

I reluctantly got out of the car and joined Ashton on the footpath. He took his hand in mine and I asked, "Are you sure?"

"Very," he smiled.

It was now 12.49 and there was only one minute left of the match. Ashton was currently on the other side of the football pitch, yelling Calum on as they were at the other team's goals.

Calum took a shot and kicked the ball. Just as the time ran out, the ball rocketed into the back of the net.

There was a roar of the crowd as everyone jumped to their feet. The boys ran up to Calum, screaming and cheering.

However, I saw a figure sprinting over to me. It was Ashton! He ran up to me, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me passionately.

The crowd slowly died down as they noticed Ashton, a teacher, kissing me, a student.

Ashton pulled away and smiled proudly at me and whispered, "Mine?"

"Yours," I quickly pecked his lips again,

"Forever and always," he smiled. He took my hand in his and led me back to his car, ignoring everyone watching us.

**

We were driving along a country road. We hadn't spoken since the incident. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was comfortable. He parked the car in a small car park. It wasn't a car park for any specific building as there were none for miles. There was just this car park with little picnic benches around.

Ashton smiled, "We can sit on the hood of my car."

We both got out of the car and laid down on the hood of his car. We were the only ones here. It was a magnificent view. It was a huge long row of fields with one strange car park. It overlooked the sea. The sea looked perfect as the moon casted it's pearl finish on the ripples of the waves.

The stars were my favourite view to see. The stars surrounded the moon in the black sky.

I looked over to Ashton beside me. He was gazing back at me. He smiled as his hand found mine and our fingers laced together. He looked back at the stars and asked, "Have you ever thought about running away from home? Just taking the person you love, somewhere you can leave your past behind and start again?"

I had to think long and hard about his question. It's not like it was normal conversation. His question was totally out of the blue. Was he trying to imply something? I softly spoke, "I don't know. The thought's never entered my mind. Why?"

"We should run away," he smiled as he looked at the stars, "We kind of have to. I think I can go to prison for what I've done today."

"Are you asking me to run away with you?" I asked, completely shocked that he was actually asking me this.

His eyes found mine and he smiled, "Yes. Yes I was. I think we should pack our bags and run away from this town. I could find a new job and so could you."

"Ashton," I sighed, "You know I'm not old enough to actually leave yet. My eighteenth birthday is soon though. Why do you want to run away Ash?"

"I want to be with you," he said, "But most of all, I want our relationship to be accepted by society. Even if it means running away."

"We've only been going out for a month," I giggled.

"It doesn't matter. If we find out that we aren't made for each other then so be it. We can go our separate paths," he said.

I smiled, "I want to. I want to run away with you Ashton. Ashton?"

"Yes?" he said.

"Where do you see yourself in ten years time? You know, when you're thirty," I asked.

He smiled as he stared at the stars again, "I see myself in my back garden. I'd be teaching our son to play football (soccer) whilst you would be playing with our daughter. You would be braiding her hair our something."

"That's really sweet. What do you think you'll be working as at that time?" I asked.

He looked me in the eyes. I saw the sparkle in his eyes he gets when he talks about something he's passionate about. He smiled, "I want to be famous. I want to be a singer."

"I think you can do it," I pecked his lips softly, "Since I love your voice so much, can you please sing me to sleep?"

"That's another thing. I can write songs," he smiled. "This one is called 'everything i didn't say'. I wrote it when we broke up."

He wrapped his arm around my shoulders so my head rested on his bicep. He began softly singing a son that I'd never heard but yet I knew that one day, this magnificent song will be on the radio.