The bad boy in the band tee {lashton}

"Cry a river, build a bridge and get over it!"

Ashton's point of view

Ugh morning.

I would rather not give you the gory details of what happened last night with me and Ava.

So all I'm going to say is,

Wow!

Suddenly my phone beeps and I pick it up seeing a text message from an unfamiliar number.

It said:

'Hay babe, have a nice time last night! Xx:)'

I assumed it was Ava and she had somehow gotten my number so I decided to be a bit dirty.

'Yeah, my bed still feels a bit wobbly! Xx ;p'

I sent it and almost immediately got a reply.

'What the hell babe!! It's Luke!!'

I had to blink twice thinking that I was hallucinating, but I wasn't, I had just sent Luke Hemmings a dirty text message.

Great just great.

'Ok two things. 1. How the heck did you get my phone number??!! And 2. Who do you think you r txting me at 8 o clock on a Saturday morning!!'

I replied and this time he took at least three minutes to reply, and his message wasn't even that long.

'Look out the window. Xx'

Sighing I went over to the small window in the corner of my room.

He was standing outside in his usual black jacket, dark sun glasses, black skinny jeans and nirvana shirt.

God damn, does this boy not own any other type of clothing?

"What!" I shouted once I had opened the window, my voice was cold and sharp which took him by surprise.

"I want to talk to you!" He shouted back, for once pleading was in his voice and for some reason I felt quite sorry for him.

"About what!" I softened my voice only a little bit and he smirked knowing that he had broken me.

"About last night, I don't think that you should be going out with...her!" He shouted and I rolled my eyes.

"We're not even friends Luke, so cry a river build a bridge and get over it!" I went to shut the window when he stopped me.

"Wait, can you just let me in?" He pleaded.

"Let me think about it...no!" And with that I shut the window and face planted into my bed.

Suddenly a large bang came from where I was standing a minute ago which made my head shoot up.

Luke had thrown a rock at my window making a huge dent in the glass.

"Nice going Luke!" I shouted at him motioning to the large mark on the window.

"Please, we need to talk ash!"

"Don't call me that and there's no way I'm letting you in so just clear off!"

"Please!" Suddenly this pang of guilt took over me.

I shut the window without saying anything and started to make my way downstairs.

Opening the door he immediately walked through and went into my living room.

I followed him a little taken back by his rudeness.

He stood in the living room in anticipation while he waited for me.

"What do you want then?" I asked folding my arms and raising my eyebrow at him.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry about how I acted on Friday," he said expecting me to just forgive him immediately.