Satisfaction (irwin)

Chapter 6: Dispute

"We got you toast." Ashton spoke in a slow, flat voice. He was addressing me? That was a surprise.
"Thanks." I mumbled, reaching across to take some.
"So... Michael got his girl." Ashton smirked but there was something missing. The expression was not at all playful, rather sadistic and mean. "How long have you been waiting now? Two years is it?"
Michael gasped from beside me before sending a death glare to Ashton. I gripped his arm as he tried to stand up.
"I thought Jamie would never give in." Ashton laughed quietly as if he actually thought me and Michael were funny. Well I'm allowed to think us being together would be funny but no one else.
"Ashton, shut up now." Luke frowned, nudging him.
"Why? I thought this is what they wanted." He pouted with a gleam in his eye.
"Look if you have a problem with me or my girlfriend then i think you should say something." Michael warned, his cheeks turning pink. I looked down at my plate suddenly wishing to be anywhere but here.
"Oh, Michael my problem is definitely not with you." Ashton winked. Jesus Christ. Is he drunk or just really fucked up?
"Fuck off, Ashton." I muttered still not looking up. It was not something I necessarily wanted him to hear, hence the muttering.
"Big words for a little girl." Ashton grabbed his glass of orange juice and downed it.
I can't do this. That shit is trying to make me say something. I reached over and pulled Michael to me. "I'm going to the bathroom."
I stood up and walked out of the room. I stalked to a sofa in the lobby and say down. The tears tried to escape but I forced them to stay where they were. After a while I made myself get back up and go back in.
I was just walking the corridor towards the restaurant when a hand pushes me against the wall.
"Where've you been, baby girl." The words were directly to my ear leaving me to shiver in response to his hot breath. I couldn't speak. My back slid down the wall until he pushed his knee in between my legs to keep me at eye level. "No you can't get away from me this time." His knee pushed further upwards. The material of my jeans stopped any sort of good feeling and that wasn't right. I slid more down the wall, forcing his leg higher.
"Higher." I found myself moaning and regretting, slapping my hand across my mouth.
"This was easier when you wore skirts with no panties." Ashton groaned, moving his knee slightly.
"That's hardly appropriate in December." I pulled his body close to mine.
"But I could make you feel really good." He promised, reaching up to stroke my face. "Better than Michael could."
The whole situation smashed in my mind like glass. Fuck. I was supposed to be with Michael. I pushed Ashton away. His face dropped and he pulled apart from me.
"I'm with Michael." I walked away. Every part of me wanted to stay but i walked away.

(So this was shit. X)