Youngblood

When I face him again, Ashton is smiling. He leans back slowly in his seat, resting his folded hands on his stomach. "This is gonna be fun."

I narrow my eyes at him. "What's gonna be fun?"

"Winning you over."

I have to bite back the vomit that fights to exit through my mouth. "Excuse me?"

"It's a challenge now."

"Nobody challenged you to anything."

"I have challenged myself."

"Well, that sounds like a personal problem." I grit my teeth. "I am not your challenge."

Ashton just smiles at me. "We'll see about that."

Disclaimer:
-This story is a work of fiction. Some people are real, but situations are entirely mine and made up.
-I took a little bit of liberty as far as how situations that might have happened unfold. I did tons of research, but the plot calls for some changes. Hope you don't mind!
-Mature for frequent swearing and sexual themes
-**Trigger warning** there is a later chapter that deals with mature themes (sexual assault). If you feel the need, please skip the chapter, which will have an additional warning at the top of it.

Cover art credit: picture found on Google, but the "Youngblood" logo is property of 5 Seconds of Summer