Dear Teacher,
I am not the only one noticing your lack of sobriety, Luke. That fucking know-it-all in the corner pointed it out to me. You know who really grinds my gears? That kid. He raises his hand for every fucking question, answers them all correctly (but trust me, I could do better), and you always seem to call on him. He gets more attention than anyone else, and I find it unfair. I cannot wait for the day that Calum raises his hand with his stupid glasses pushed to the bridge of his nose and makes a complete fool out of himself. I swear that I have never hated someone so much in my life. Your business isn't any of his. I don't get why he is talking to me about you. It's not fair.
Ashton frowned, not realizing how childish he sounded. But there were many things Ashton didn't seem to be recognizing. He was oblivious. He was blind to the fact that his flamboyant flirting was causing a certain religious man to question all his life choices.
No, Luke's turn to alcohol was definitely not Ashton's fault. Dominos had been lined up, and they led to Luke's mental breakdown. Ashton had simply given that last, final push.
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dear teacher, :: lashton au
Fanfictionthe story where ashton irwin writes his teacher multiple notes; furthermore, these notes go unappreciated by the religious churchgoer as the man becomes confused with his sexuality. top!luke and bottom!ashton ©noctivagant #535 in fanfiction, #40 in...
