7-Eleven [Lashton AU]

Chapter 28

*Ashton's POV*

I've no idea how long I've been curled up in my blanket on the bed. All I know is that it's already gotten dark outside.

There was a knocking at my door, but I ignored it. I didn't want to move at all. I was too sad to do anything.

However, the knocking continued and it was really irritating me, so I got rolled off the mattress until I was lying on my back against the cold ground.

"Don't make me get up, please," I silently begged, even though whoever was at my door couldn't hear me. More knocking followed and I had to drag myself towards a wall to pull me up.

I reluctantly went my way over to the front door. I opened it slightly and peeked inside, seeing Cynthia standing there. She was holding a carton of what appeared to be chocolate chip ice cream.

"Hey, Irvin," she greeted. "I had my dad take over the front desk."

"I'm not a girl," I told her, still eyeing the ice cream. "I don't need a girls' day."

"But you need a friend, don't you?" I looked up at her face before I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. I faced downward and sighed, nodding. "Okay, let me in."

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"And then he tells his slut of a girlfriend that he doesn't like me and I'm just a friend!" I finished, scooping another spoonful of ice cream and popping that into my mouth. "I mean, what the hell is up with that?! Does he like me or not?!"

She and I were currently sitting on my mattress and she rested her head against her propped up arm.

"Wow," Cynthia said. "You rant way more than I do to my friends."

"It's just..." I sighed. "... I really like him, Cee, okay?"

"Maybe he was just saying that to his girlfriend, because that's what she wants to hear."

"But what if he actually meant what he said to her?"

"What if he didn't?" I looked up at her with a confused look. "Think about it. You don't know what he's thinking. He could be lying to either of you, but I'm going with he's lying to his girlfriend. There's no way he'd suck you off and say that it was nothing."

I shifted uncomfortably, crossing my legs and bringing my knees up to my chest. "Um, d-don't bring that up."

"Why not? You got sucked by a hot guy, not to mention your crush." She raised her eyebrows at me and I moved away from her.

"You're weirder than I thought," I said.

Cynthia just laughed. "Only to those I consider my best friends. Anyway, you should't mope around all day just because your crush is being a jackass."

"Watch me." I set the ice cream carton down, grabbed my blanket, and threw it over myself, curling up into a ball. The next thing I knew it was being pulled off of me and I shot up. "Hey! My blanket!"

"Forget your blanket! We're going out!"

"Go away." I lay back down and pulled my knees close to my chest. There was a moment of silence before Cynthia shouted something and then poked my butt and I screeched, pushing myself up against a wall and staring at her with wide eyes. "What the hell was that?!"

"Kancho!" She placed her hands together to make them look like a gun.

"Well, don't do that that again!"

"Oh, sorry. I forgot that only your crush could do that, but not with his fingers, if you know what I mean." I groaned and I slapped my hand over my face.