We Didn't Have Sex

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Bailey's POV:

"Why did I just get a call from the school that you two skipped first period yesterday?" My mum asks walking into the kitchen. Luke and I turn around panicked.

"Um...I..." Luke begins to stutter.

"He took Faith for a ride in his car, probably to do things with her, I had to go find them when I found them, Luke was forcing himself onto Faith," I lie, knowing it'll get my twin in trouble.

"I didn't-"

"LUKAS ROBERT HEMMINGS! I THOUGHT I TAUGHT YOU BETTER! YOU ARE GROUNDED UNTIL I SAY YOU AREN'T!" My mum yells. I bite the inside of my cheeks and walk out of the kitchen. Luke groans and stomps up to his room.

"Hey Bailey? Thanks for being responsible and finding him before he took it too far," My mum stops me.

"Yeah sure mum," I smile innocently before running up to my room and bursting into laughter as soon as I close the door.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU BAILEY??" Luke barges in.

"Hey thanks for giving me hope that my twin finally became my twin again and then stabbing me," I say sarcastically.

"Bailey I-"

"Save it, I don't want to deal with this right now," I say, walking out of my room. I run down the stairs and take my keys out of my pocket, unlocking my truck, and driving off to Ashton's.

I arrive and notice his window is open. I park my truck and run across the street, I can hear him drumming and I know if I yell he won't hear me. I pick up a rock and chuck it, I successfully make it in and the drumming stops.

"Bailey?" He pokes his head out the window. I mod and he laughs, I begin to climb up and he helps me in.

"Ya know everyone's away on that family reunion that my mum said my grades were too bad to skip school for, you could have used the door..." he trails off.

"Well too late," I laugh. He giggles and sits back on his drum stool and I sit on his bed. "Keep drumming," I gesture.

He shrugs and begins to drum again, pounding a familiar beat to Greenday and I smile. I can see the effort he puts into it on his face and I know he deserves to be famous.

He stops drumming and looks at me for a second before standing up. I stand up and meet him in the middle of the room.

"You look really pretty," he smiles.

"Thanks, Tarzan," I smile, he hums in content and kisses me deeply, bringing his hands to my cheeks. I wrap mine around his neck and he brings his hand down to my thighs.

I jump and wrap my legs around his waist and he presses me up against a wall, moving to suck my neck.

"Ash..." I trail off, he hums, his lips vibrating against my skin, as he kisses down my neck, sliding his hands up my shirt.

He takes it off and I moan softly as he attaches his lips to my collar bone.

He moves away for a split second and moves me away from the wall, bringing me to his bed. I keep my legs around his waist as he looks me over.

"So fucking beautiful," He whispers. I respond by tugging on the hem of his shirt. He takes the hint and takes it off. I remove his bandana so I can run my fingers through his hair.

"Baby..." He whispers, sucking at my stomach, trailing one hand down my body, and playing with the waistband of my shorts before popping the button.

He drops his hips on mine and we both moan at the contact. He repeats this action and groans.

He pulls away and pulls my shorts down my legs and kisses me again as I pop the button of his jeans.

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