Bully's Proposal

IV

"You're going to lose love. Might as well give up now." Ashton smirked.

"I'm not losing." I promised.

"Oh then you don't mind raising the stakes do you? How about we make the day a week?" Ashton asked.

"Fine." I said not backing down.

Then the song began and Ashton put the gum in his mouth. He chewed twice and then pressed his lips to mine. My first kiss. My whole body was tingling with energy and lust had already begun to cloud my judgement but I wasn't losing, this was purely business. Using his tongue he pushed the gum in my mouth. We pulled apart and I chewed twice. Then I went in for the kiss. We continued twice more.

The third time around when I had to pass the gum back to Ashton, I burried my hands in his hair and tugged at his hair making him moan in pleasure. He didn't even realise when I slipped the gum in his mouth. I saw the host girl's hand move to stop the music and I smiled in victory but just then Ashton grabbed me and pressed his lips to mine one last time and slipped the gum back into my mouth. Then the music stopped.

Fuck. I just became a slave to the devil.
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"What are you going to do now?" Jake asked.

"Whatever the fuck I say." Ashton said walking up behind me.

"Ash come on man, let her be." Jake said.

"Don't. I can handle myself." I replied.

"Where is all the sudden surge of confidence coming from love?" Ashton asked.

"I've realised somethings I didn't know earlier." I shrugged.

"What things?" Ashton asked.

"Jake here is gay." I revealed.

"You've had too much to drink sweetheart." Ashton laughed.

"Ask him. Am I right or am I right Jake?" I asked and Jake didn't move a muscle. His face had frozen in the expression of shock and I knew I was right.

"Jake, she's crazy right?" Ashton asked.

"She's right." He admitted.

"You could have said something to me." Ashton said.

"I didn't want our friendship to change." Jake said.

"You fucker, just because you're gay our friendship would change? What bullshit is that." Ashton said.

"Oh no, not because he's gay Ashton. Because he's gay and he's in love with you."

Oh Jake should have thought twice before using me as a means to get Ashton jealous.

"W--what?" Ashton said. I should have recorded this because Ashton looked like he'd seen a ghost and Jake, he was literally about to cry.

"Ash listen----" Jake tried to speak but Ashton cut him off.

"Just don't talk to right now Jake. We've been friends for what 3 years now and even after all the fuck ups that we've been through together you couldn't tell me all this? I think you should go now."

Just as soon as Ashton said those things Jake left. Ashton held my wrist and pulled me outside the house and into his car. He sat on the driving seat while I was sitting beside him.

"You had no right to tell me all of that." Ashton said.

"What? I helped you!"

"No, you invaded Jake's privacy. You laid open his darkest thoughts."

"He deserved it." I huffed in annoyance.

"Why?"

"Why do you think he was helping me? Why do you think he suddenly began showing interest in me? To get you jealous, to see if you like him like that." I explained.

"What? No! That would be crazy."

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked.

"I'm not a monster Minerva."

"Really? Then why have you been abusing me for so many years?" I asked.

"Because I---"

"Because what Ashton?" I asked desperate for an answer.

"I don't owe you anything and you're crossing the line. So shut the fuck up." He growled. Just like that he went to back to being the Ashton I hate, his anger took away the Ashton who cared for me.

"Please, don't be angry." I said in the hope to have him back.

"Shut up!" He yelled and pressed my face between his fingers.

I tried not to cry, I really did. But I was so scared. All my courage was based on the idea that he cared about me, my plan was based on that but if he didn't... a lone tear betrayed my eyes and rolled down my cheek. His hand instantly pulled away from my face.

"Is it hurting?" He asked looking away from me.

"It doesn't hurt anymore Ashton. You've hurt me so many times that it doesn't hurt anymore." I said wiping the tear off my cheek.

After that, Ashton just began driving. He didn't look at me and neither did he speak a word but his body language spoke a lot. The way he gripped the steering wheel so tightly, his rattled breathing all of that meant something. I just couldn't place it. When he stopped the car, it was right outside my house. I don't know how he knew where I lived but I didn't want to provoke him. So I just got out of the car. He drove away as soon as I stepped inside my house.

It was about 1am so everyone was asleep so I just decided to change and sleep. But before I fell asleep, there was a text on my phone, from an unknown number and it was one simple command:

Be ready by 10:00am tmrw.
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I was ready. I was ready at 9am and then I spent an hour wondering what we'd be doing today. Even after thinking for an hour I couldn't figure anything out and it was 10am exactly when I heard a car honk. Somehow, I knew it was Ashton and so I walked out to meet him. When I spotted his car, I walked to it and got inside.

"Hi." I said trying to break the ice.

"I'm sorry."

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I was mind fucked to be precise. Ashton Brown just apologized to me. Wait maybe I heard wrong.

"Did I hear what I heard?" I asked.

"Don't make me repeat it." He said.

"What are you sorry for?" I asked.

"Everything. For bullying you, for behaving the way I did, for hurting you." He said.

"Six years Ashton. Six years don't just go away with a sorry."

"I know. And that's why I have a proposal for you." He said.

"What proposal?" I asked.

"This week that I have with you, let's reverse the roles. You take the lead, I do what you want for the whole week and then you forgive me."

"No." I denied.

"What? Why?" He asked.

"I'm not forgiving you so easily. I'm not going to be forgiving you at all. I won't let you live without that guilt on your conscience." I said.

"Fine. You can think about forgiving me. Is that okay? If by the end of the week you feel that I am worthy of forgiveness, then you do so."

"Why do you want me to forgive you? Why stop bullying me? Why be nice to me now? What's changed?" I asked.

"I've started seeing what I feel." He replied.

"Okay, I accept your proposal."