Labels [lashton/malum]

Chapter 2: Ashton

Warnings: slut-shaming; language

Edited May 2021

Ashton stared at the circling blades of the ceiling fan with an empty expression on her face. She didn't want to move just yet, in case her brain decided to scramble itself as soon as she twitched a muscle. There was an outfit laid out on her desk that she had picked out the night before, a pair of light wash jeans with a black belt and a black cami top with dragons on either side of the chest area. There was also a deep fear that halfway through the day Ashton would decide that she hated being in that too tight shirt and those jeans that hugged her slim waist.

Her eyes fell shut as her phone started buzzing with her last alarm. With the utmost care, Ashton lifted her hand to grab her phone from the bedside table and shut off the alarm. She kept her phone in her hand as she rolled off of the bed and landed softly on the sunsoaked carpet.

She showered with her head tilted to the ceiling. She took great care to make sure her curls were all neat upon her head, saturated with product and twisted carefully. She dressed quickly, tucking an extra tee shirt into her bag just in case. She coated her lashes with black mascara, took the time to do face makeup and eyeshadow, and applied a coat of shimmery pink lip gloss to her lips.

The house was empty when she left, as it usually was. The remnants of her family's morning was still there, her mothers makeup splayed on the kitchen table, her sister's curling iron on the bathroom counter, her brother's cereal bowl in the sink, still full of milk.

Ashton's house was a ten minute drive but a forty minute walk to the high school. She was already exhausted by the time she was walking through the front gate. She held her backpack straps tight as she walked through the halls, keeping her head slightly bowed.

"Hey Ash!" Her eyes shut on a tired sigh, her steps picking up their pace.

"Where you going baby? You can't stay and chat?"

"What? Cock got your tongue?" Ashton rolled her eyes as she finally stopped at her locker. Two boys flanked each side of her, one of them tucking a curl behind her ear. She jerked away, a glare set on her mostly delicate facial features.

"Get the fuck away from me," she bit out as she opened her locker, hooking the lock on the door.

"I just want to offer a little peace offering. You suck my dick and I'll make sure all these mean boys leave you alone. But you have to suck it good, no problem for you though right?" He lowered his voice with a little smirk, the other boy snickering.

"I'd suck your dick, Todd, but it's so fucking shriveled up by all the toxic masculinity running through your veins that I wouldn't be able to find it," Ashton spat, snatching her English textbook from her locker and slamming it shut.

"You'll come around. At some point you'll get so desperate that you'll come begging for it, because that's what dirty little sluts do," Todd smiled with such a faux sweetness that a stranger would think it was genuine. Ashton's teeth ground together as Todd and his little accomplice sauntered away, laughing over their shoulders. Ashton swallowed the lump in her throat, hugging her textbook to her chest so her hands wouldn't shake.