I woke up to the pungent odor of cigarette smoke.

"What the fu-" I didn't even finish my sentence, I just peered up to see Ashton sitting on the window seal smoking a cigarette with the window wide open.

"Well good morning to you too, little one." He commented with a half smirk planted on his stupid, good looking face.

"Cigarettes huh?

Gross."

I retorted, scrunching up my nose and ignoring his good morning.

Ashton just laughed at this and took a deep drag from his cigarette, throwing it out the window afterwards.

"That stinks you know, and it's not good for you either. Do you know how much tar is probably in your lungs just from that one cigarette? and it ma--"

I couldn't finish my health rant because while I was focused, Ashton made it across the room, and real close to my face.

What? I was less susceptible to bullshit early in the morning.

"Shhhh, the rambling is only cute for so long." he whispered so close, I almost didn't feel his finger that was lightly brushing my bottom lip.

He was so close, I could barely think to come up with a rebuttal, and he seemed to realize this.

"You seem at a loss for words, that was quick." he smirked and you could almost hear it in his voice.

The amount of pride he got from screwing with my head.

Rolling my eyes, I shoved him from my chest and sauntered unnecessarily to my suitcase.

Ashton just grunted, plopping on his bed and watching me carefully causing a half smirk to come to my features.

I ended up choosing a washed out pair of blue jean shorts and a cute black tank top with a lace back.

Smiling at my own outfit like an idiot, I skipped to the bathroom.

Ashton pushed past me halfway there and began running down the hallway to stand in front of the bathroom door grinning at me.

Annoyed, I drug my feet up to the bathroom door looking at Ashton in his stupid grinning face and rolled my eyes at him.

"Password please." he stated.

As if.

"Move." I told him firmly, trying to shove him out of the way.

"No," he said, a determined look on his face. "I think you've been pretty bad these last few days."

Everything in my stomach sunk.

"Can't I shower and then we'll talk about whatever it is you're saying now?" I sighed tiredly but quickly tried putting on my biggest puppy dog eyes.

He thought for a moment, then looked at me, moving aside so I could get in the door.

I smirked at him, shutting the door quickly so he couldn't change his mind.

My whole shower was one hundred percent dragged out. Not gonna lie, I was nervous to hear whatever the hell Ashton was going on about now. I guaranteed it had something to do with Cal.

When I was finally dressed and out of my thoughts, I headed out of the bathroom to our room and found Ashton laying on his back seemingly asleep.

I sucked in a deep breath, causing his attention to immediately fall on me.

I ignored his gaze, heading to put my things away.

"Finally, so wher--"

Before he could even finish I took a look back at him, biting my lip, and bolted out the door of the room. I didn't stop running not through the corridor, not down the stairs, not till I reached the front door and swung it open.

I took a seat on the front porch and tried to catch my breath. Damn, I'm outta shape. Realizing I left the door open, I clicked it shut looking around suspiciously. I decided I should have put shoes on and I was definitely not running through the woods again with no shoes on. The out come of that last time hadn't been so great,

except the part where Ashton carried you there..

Oh Jesus, get a grip on the wheel!

Just then, thankfully breaking me from my thoughts, Luke came outside taking a seat on the swing, right next to me.

Part of me wished it was Ashton.

"So can I ask you why you ran down here to sit on the porch?" Luke laughed out, after a few minutes of swinging silently.

"I-I looked out the window and got excited," I lied smiling a little at how dumb I was. "Yay, swings!" I cheered, continuing my word vomit.

Luke, however, began to laugh wildly at this statement. How could you not? I decided, laughing along with him.

After a few minutes of laughter, Ashton sprung open the door causing both Luke and I to stop laughing abruptly and look over to the door.

Ashton shot a death glare toward Luke's direction,

while Luke shifted silently in his swing.

Without a word, he stalked off towards the woods.

Weird.

It was as if they spoke to each other silently.

"Well we're gonna eat then head to the lake to start drinking, alright chica?" Luke snickered.

"Alright, I'm hungry as fuck." I followed behind him, forgetting all about the silent altercation.

In the kitchen, Luke began opening all cabinets and I head over to help him pick what to prepare. We decided on making blueberry pancakes with bacon, eggs, and grits.

I helped Luke mix the batter and beat the eggs while noting to myself Luke and I were the best house parents. I mean blueberry pancakes? Go off.

Everyone started to make their way to the kitchen bar when the pancakes hit the pan.

Even Ashton and a bimbo he'd chosen to sit next to, very closely might I add.

Jealousy.

I hated that I felt it crashing through my whole body.

I hated it.

I tried ignoring the stinging in my chest and smiled at Luke realizing we were finally done with all the food.

He smirked back and handed me a plate to which I responded with a huge grin.

"You're a goof." Luke laughed out, dragging his thumb down my cheek.

I simply continued smiling at the food and began making my plate, everyone following soon after.

I took my very full plate and decided to avoid the stupid kitchen completely, walking to eat in the living room. I took my seat began to eat, shoveling the delicious eggs in my mouth first. A little too fast, maybe but I hadn't realized what good cooks we were.

I was done before anyone, so I sat a minute, before I headed to the kitchen to put my plate up.

I felt the familiar pang return to my chest when I walked into the kitchen.

Who knew seeing Ashton with another girl would make me that jealous but it did.

I need to get this whole 'crush' thing under control he's a w h o r e.

Harsh, but where's the lie?

He sat in his seat and she pretty much sat on top of him laughing at everything he gently said to her. I guess I stood assessing the situation a little too long because they both seemed to look up my way the same time. The bimbo scrunched up her nose as if she smelled a fart, before opening her shitty mouth.

"Can I help you?" She spat out, looking me up and down.

Usually, I would have a rude remark to reply, a damn good one at that, but I didn't.

I just kind of stood there some more with a pathetic look of hurt, I'm sure.

Pathetic

I hated feeling pathetic even more..

I unfroze from my current position to put my plate in the sink, making sure to avoid all eye contact with anyone. I could feel their nosy stares on me anyway.

I know, I thought so too.

Although, I knew I was the only one surprised. It's Ashton Moore we're talking about here.

I quickly began up the stairs, my eyes prickling against my will.

"What a sad broad." she giggled out, after making a fake sound of pity.

I made my way up the stairs even more quickly as the first tear rolled down my cheek.