Pretending To Be His

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I woke up that day, not really excited for school, and rose out of my bed, stumbling over to the bathroom. I was in just a t-shirt, and panties, and my hair was a mob of brown mess. I did the usual, showered, brushed my teeth, and walked over to my wardrobe, dreading having to pick what to wear. I finally chose a light blue jumper, and black jeans, with red panties. I brush my hair back to what it should look like, grab my bag and phone, running down the stairs. My mom and sister were talking round the table top.

"Morning." I mutter whilst rubbing my eyes.

"Morning hon, I've made you breakfast." My mom smiled.

"No thanks I'm not that hungry." Both women frowned. I haven't really been eating much, due to the stress of upcoming exams and studying.

"Ok, but make sure to eat well at school." I nod. And head out. the journey to school is pretty short, but I hate it all the same. I mean, I live near ashton Wyatt. The school 'bad boy'. I can never pass, without him making fun of me of some sort, so I tend not to go to places I know he'll be. But this idiots gone and realised, and started coming to my locker. I don't know what's there to make fun of. Ok, maybe I do, but still, why?

I speed past his house, but fail to go unseen. He clicks his finger, and stands in front of my path.

"Uh, excuse me, I'm trying to pass." I squeak. He smiles mischievously, but doesn't move.

"Sure thing princess." I close my eyes in annoyance. Why? Of all names he's called me, why this one?

"Your still in the way." He shrugs.

"If you ask me nicely Jax." I frown.

"Please ashton, please can you move." I sort of whine in annoyance.

"Hmm.... No." I groan.

"I'm going to be late!" I half shout. I'm not really a loud person. I'm more on the... Sensitive side. Raise your voice at me, and I'll cry. It's that bad.

"Aww I feel bad. No not really." He laughs. I move left, and he imitates. I slide to the right, but he mirrors my exact moves.

"Please move Ashton." I look down slightly. He suddenly moves.

"Fine." I walk past, not saying anything. I look back, carefully. He wasn't there. I shake my head, and continue to school, dreading the thought of him being there today. I don't really have any friends, so I spend my time either studying, or listening to music. I walk into the beat building, and find my fist class, since u didn't need anything from my locker today - thankfully. I saw him and his friends, waiting by it. I almost ran into first period, and hid at the back of the class. Call me coward, but at least it's better than being harassed. Him and his mate walk in, and grab the seats behind me and some girl on my right. Ashton was behind me, his friend on my right. I place my head in my hand. What did I do to deserve this.

At least half an hour into the lesson, I mean to pick up my pen I accidentally hit off the desk. I sit up, and feel a slight breeze on the lower end of my back. I quickly pull up the back of my Jeans, Hoping no one noticed. Ashton clears his throat. I look back, and he raises an eyebrow. I turn back embarrassed. He saw he saw he saw. For god's sake! But what the hell was he looking down there for?

As the bell rang, I quickly jumped up, going to leave, but was stopped. I turned. It was only him, his friends had left the hall.

"Ashton, I have to go. im going to be late." I sigh, Hoping he doesn't bring anything up.

"No, tell me what I saw." Wow he did.

"Uh, i- nothing. Now can you let me go?" He gently pushes me back into he locker's.