17 Candles [a.i.] (on hold)

5- who is cameron winston?

ashton's pov

i take out the paper that was thrown to me earlier in calc.

name: cameron winston

i skim down the paper. may. it's kind of cute. cherry hasn't been popped? interesting choice of words. likes green day, all time low, and the 1975. so do i.

9. if you could do the deed with anyone, who?

and there, it is, scribbled out in girly handwriting, not what i was expecting to see.

ashton irwin.

that's my name. that's me. she wants to bang me.

i've never talked to her in my life. i try to recall if i've ever seen her. suddenly, i see her down the hall with that girl reese, who always smart-mouths coach in gym. reese towers over her, and she's petite, her little frame bony and pale. freckles dot the bridge of her nose, and her dirt blonde hair is tied up. she's wearing a front porch step shirt.

and i look down at the paper. today's her birthday. how come no one's doing anything?

//

"hey ashton." wyatt says during study hall. "why're you so quiet? you're usually talking nonstop."

"i'm not sure." i glance away.

"is it some girl?" he asks. "finally done with that bitch kiersten?"

"it is a girl." i say firmly. "but i'm still with kiersten."

"who?"

"cameron winston." i mutter.

"her?" wyatt looks surprised. "she's a junior you know."

"she's in my calc class though." i look at him.

"she's smart irwin." wyatt flicks the back of my head. "she's got a hot sister too."

"what else can you tell me?" i ask. wyatt knows the dirt on everyone.

"perky boobs." he responds. "into weird music. like panic in the disco or something like that."

"hey man." i say. "i like that stuff."

"my bad irwin." wyatt steps back. "she doesn't talk much. that's all i know."

"thanks mate." i say as the bell rings.

"no problem man." wyatt pats my back as we part ways. "she's a keeper."