Thin White Lies | a.i.

Eight

Lily stomed into the kitchen of her home, throwing her backpack over her shoulder and slamming it on the counter. She'd probably regret doing that later. There was bound to be somethinng broken inside. But right now, Lily didn't care.

She tossed her maths homework on the island bench, growling through her teeth like a bratty little kid. Lily sneaked one last look at the marked english paper that was peeking out of her homework book. She groaned again, tossing her head back and staring blankly at the ceiling. An 'A" minus? On her literature report. And the worst part, it was on Gatsby. A book Lily could recite in her sleep. How on this planet had she managed to only score herself an A minus?

The sound of deep laughter and absurd shouting interrupted her thoughts, and Lily was immediately faced with the exact reason why her english grade had slipped.

He graced the room, full with a head of dirty blond curls and bright green eyes, squinting with laughter and in immense amount of happiness only he could carry. Lily actually sighed, deep and obvious as she rested her chin on her hand, gazing dreamily at the twenty year old. Though turning sixteen came full with it's womanly perks, such as Shark Week, it also came with sometihing even better. Hormones. Lily had a hard time accepting the fact that at some point she would be physically attracted to boys, but as soon as she had accepted it, it was clear as day that the boy who'd been in front of her all along was the kind she would most deffinately find herself attracted to.

"You right there, Lily?" Michael asked with a smirk, as he followed her wide eyed gaze straight toward Ashton Irwin. "What ya thinkin' bout?"

"What?" Lily mumbled, sitting up straight as she peeled her eyes from the gorgeous boy before her, focusing on the brightly coloured kitten that was Michael. "Nothing. I'm not looking at anything."

Her eyes skimmed toward Ashton once more, his face holding something that could only be recognised as mischeif. Ashton squinted at the brunette girl, thinking quizically. "Right," he said. "Sure, you weren't."

No one really knew about what Lily and Ashton had been doing behind closed doors, in the early hours of the morning and latest points in the night, after everyone had gone to sleep. Not a lot had really happened since her sixteen birthday a couple of days ago, but lets just say that Lily had gotten a whole lot better at kissing. Each kiss the two shared seemed to be just as passionate, if not more so, than the last. Every time their lips met, something burned inside of Lily, something that was growing more and more desperate by the day. Like a wild fire she couldn't contain. She knew the lack of sleep caused by her and Ashton was the reason for her dropping grades and lack of focus at school.

"What are you pouting about, princess?" Ashton asked, his head cocking to the side as he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, turning the cap and taking a sip, his eyes never leaving hers.

Lily's shoulders slumped slightly as her frown deepened. "Here," she said, ripping the paper from her book and sliding it across the counter toward Ashton. "See for yourself."

Ash grabbed at the paper carefully, a sceptical look written across his face as he examined the essay titled "The Great Gasby: Analysis." It was barely anything major, the paper, Ashton specifically remembered having to write one with the exact same title when he was in senior year. Though, Ashton seemed to remember a much lower mark on his report at the time. A solid C was the outcome of his assignment. He couldn't find a problem.

"I don't . . ." he looked at her, face scrunched up in confusion. "What's the problem?"

"Do you even see the mark I got?" Lily whined, crossing her arms over her shoulders grumpily.

"I see that you passed with flying colours and got one of the highest marks possible. An A, Lily. You got an A. I barely got a C for this when I was in school."