It Started With A Kiss (undergoing major construction)

Chapter 3- Her

Ashton's Point of View:

Beep! Beep! Beep! B-

I groaned as I slammed my hand the alarm clock. Fucking school! I groaned a got up. I looked down to see my abdomen had a big purple fist imprint. I hissed as my hand grazed on it. That bitch better be in a cast the next time he sees me!

I jumped in the shower, as the cold water calmed my nerves and washed the remaining sleep off of me. I dried myself as I got out. I grabbed a pair of a faded jeans and a white t-shirt and my leather jacket. I pulled on my black combat boots and fixed my hair.

I walked downstairs to see the maids cleaning and Sara was busy making breakfast.

"Ashton," She starts to say as she saw me enter, "Your mo-"

"I don't care." I say as I grabbed a plate and took the toast and bacon. I started to munching on it. She knew better than to tell me shit about my parent about how they care and all that bull. Although Sara took care of me, I still didn't listen to her much, but i respected her.

"Ashton," She says but realizes that I'm glaring at her, she then sighed and gave me a glass of orange juice.

"Well, don't wait up." I say and grabbed my bag and Iphone 6 that my parents gave me as a replacement for not being there at all. Sara knew that i was doing things that are illegal, but who honestly gives a fuck? She have tried to talk to e but I couldn't care less.

I open the garage door and saw one of my most prized baby. It was a ninja bike, black 2015 Yamaha r6. I got money and i got this, so i was over-protective of it. No one and i mean no one can touch it, unless they want me to rip off their arms from their sockets. I slipped on my helmet and turn on the engine. I revved my engine, driving out of the place my parents called home.

The familiar vibration from the bike, caused me to have the rush of adrenaline. I revved my engine when I passed a group of girls, they all gnawed at the sight.

I then reached at Westford high, my personal kingdom. They can't do me shit because my Dad donates a shit load of money and because all the females here are just too stupid for me. I parked my bike as several people stared at me. They knew who i am, and no one dared to say shit to my face. I removed my helmet, and i could practically feel the sex vibe from the females. The guys were tensed with jealousy, knowing they can't do shit. These girls here throw themselves to me, knowing that i don't do relationships. They hope that i would change for them. Ha! They are literally too much into cliché bullshit. They all wore wore something slutty or if not, stare at me like animals in a meat market.

Ding!

I got up from my bike as i put it on stand. I pulled out my phone to see that Blake had texted me.

Fuck, I have a smoking hot ass neighbor!- Blake.

I rolled ny eyes at his text. Blake was what society would call a fuck boy. Well, actually, we were all fuck boy. I mean, we are young, why not live a bit?

A familiar car parked next to mine. It was a white Lamborghini huracan white black rims. Dylan came out, and the same shit happen to him as did to me. He smirked as the girls started to giggle. The guys glared at Dylan as they pulled it girlfriends away.

"Yo!" He yells as he smirks, "Sup man."

"Same shit." I smirked while some girls pass.

"Did Blake tell you about his smoking neighbor?" He wiggled his eyebrows. His blond hair was swept up as always, that was his signature look. His green eyes twinkled in mischief.