"For fucks sake, I'm really horny." Ashton groans.
"Are you for real, right now?" I ask, eyes widening at his appaling comment.
"Yes, I'm fucking serious." He snaps. "I need porn, or even better, and actual girl to fuck."
"You're disgusting." I cringe, practically gagging.
"And you're annoying." He continues, shrugging - my comment having no effect on him.
"I'm not a sex pig." I point out, huffing.
"I'm not a prissy pot." He says, my annoyance wearing thin with him.
I don't even fully understand why he calls me prissy, I'm not a perfectionist, not a lot anyways - I'm not posh, I'm not an OCD freak or anything and I'm no nerd. Smart? Yeah, I'm smart. Yeah, I may have all my days revolve around studying and preparing for tests. Yeah, I may have a little schedule planning everything. Yeah, I may have probably everything in my days planned and timed - and being stuck in an elevator was not on my schedule, that's for sure.
"Maybe, I could actually fuck my own girlfriend." He grumbled.
"Wait, girlfriend?" I ask, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah," He shrugged. "Surpised?"
"Who is it?" I ask further.
"Chloe Strantford." He says, and my heart stops.
No.
No.
No.
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elevator : afi
Random"i can't believe i'm stuck in an elevator with ashton irwin." "my pleasure, sweets." subwaylrh || 2015
