Aoi made me feel things. she made me feel welcome. she made me feel happy, she made me feel things. I walked through the halls of my school. i could feel the confidence coursing through my veins. that was until i heard the whispers.
"did you hear, apparently she tried to force herself on Jax, what a slut"
"she's such a fucking whore"
"who knew it would be Ash..?"
my heart was racing after hearing just a few people gossiping about me.
i did...what???
i never even considered doing anything like that to Jax. What was wrong with him???
I felt my breathing pace quicken as if i was running a marathon. the only marathon going on was the thoughts in my head speeding to come to a conclusion, until it hit me. Jax has spread the rumours, he had told people the wrong things.
i saw him in the corner of my eye. He was smirking, his thin lips cast in an iron grin.
my legs forced me to move towards him, i was full of rage and he knew it.
"nice rumours you stirred up."
Jax looked me up and down.
"you've grown," he said, he was eyeing my breasts. "do you want to beg me to play with you again."
i couldn't fucking believe him. I lifted my hand and slapped him right across the face.
"Kinky," he whispered but i heard every single syllable.
I kneed him in the junk before turning away and walking off. He had really gotten under my skin.
it wasn't long after that i was reported to the office.
"so you do understand what you did wrong Miss Fletcher."
i nodded.
"are you ready to apologise Miss Fletcher."
i nodded.
i turned to Jax and looked him in the eyes.
"Jax," i exhaled, trying to look as disappointed in myself as possible. "I'm sorry you're such a privileged bastard who can't accept when you've done something wrong and can't face the consequences when you do something wrong. Tell your shitty little rumours all you fucking want but just remember in five years i'll we working in a fucking art gallery with my artwork displayed while you either work at a fucking fast food drive through or can't pay the bills because you're unemployed."
After my little speech i stood up, flipped off both him and the lady in the office and stormed out of the room.
problem. solved.
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3 a.m.
Romance"why do you always text so late?" At the end of Ashes first date the boy gave her his number. But it was the wrong one.
