That night was difficult. I could not get myself to go to sleep. Everything Ashton had said started to sink in all at once. If I hadn't processed any of it before bed, I most certainly processed it while everyone else was sleeping. Now I had dragged myself to my car. I had no idea how it got there, but it was there. I was deprived of sleep.
I didn't even take time to get dressed, I was still in my Iron Man pjs, booty shorts with a matching long sleeve. I had pulled on a pair of matching Iron Man socks and slipped into my red Vans. My hair was pulled into a pony tail. My teeth brushed and face washed. Of course, I put on some deodorant and bathed myself in perfume, but I was out of it today. The bags under my eyes conformed it. My skin was so pale I could probably blend in with the snow.
I parked my vehicle and made my way through the gates. The wind was rough today, and the fact that my pajamas were thin did not help. I twirled my combination in and pulled the door open. I pulled out my English textbook only to stuff it back in. There was no way I was going to carry a ten pound book. I'd most likely fall asleep in that class anyways. Lectures in that class put me to sleep anyways, even if I was wide awake.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" A voice growled out from behind me. My attention turned to the person. Ashton stood there, scolding me. He was overprotective. I could understand why though. I was wearing booty shorts for crying out loud! I would go ballistic if he walked out of his house in nothing but boxers. He would basically be exposed to the whole world, and I was not a fan of the idea. I really just wanted him to myself.
Jesus, I sounded like one of those clingy girlfriends. I hated that, but maybe he liked clingy. Who knew.
"What happened to you?" Ashton rose his eye brows. "It looks like you got his by a truck, then a bus, then a train, then a plane, then a-"
"Okay, I get it. I look like death. Thank you. I got no sleep last night what's-so-ever. Well, thirty minutes actually. I'm just really tired. I didn't even have enough energy to get dressed in decent clothing. It's freezing. I'm just hoping it'll get a little warmer." I shut my locker.
"Sorry to break it to you, but its going t be like this all day." I was so tired I could've slept standing up. My mind was completely blank, begging for sleep.
"Shoot." I whispered.
"I have my football jacket in my locker, if you'd like." Ashton smiled. I almost refused the offer, but to bathe in Ashton's scent was all I needed to convince myself.
"Please." I looked up at him. He chuckled intertwining our fingers. We maneuvered our way through the forming crowds of students. People had come to school despite the events from yesterday. None of us felt like cowering in fear. So, we didn't.
I snuggled into Ashton, taking advantage of his warm body. His arm wrapped around my shoulders. It wasn't so weird to act the way I was anymore. I had an explanation as to why I felt what I felt, and everything changed. I didn't need to be shy. Not around him. Ashton felt the exact same things; there was nothing to be afraid of.
Though, the feelings had rapidly developed, and that was scary. It was different than what I was used to. What I grew up learning. I didn't know how to respond to the newly found information, but I would do my best. That's all I could do. Ashton pulled his locker open. The over sized jacket sat in a puddle.
He pulled it out and shoved it in my direction. I dropped my bag, slipping into the clothing. The sweater fell down to my knees, covering the shorts I was wearing. The sleeves stretched longer than my arms. I frowned down at myself. This was huge.
I couldn't complain though. His smell engulfed me. He smelled of pine and Yves Saint Laurent La Nuit de L'Homme. It was an odd mix, but it was the most intoxicating thing ever. Ashton was a Calvin Klein model in every way. I couldn't deny that. Ashton stepped closer, taking both sides of the jacket. He zipped up the sweater and then stepped back. I frowned over at him.
"Better." He nodded. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the library. Hopefully he was there this morning. It was way too cold to stand out here.
"You are so dumb." I told Ashton. He chuckled, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. My shoulder slammed into his rib cage, but not with enough force to cause him any pain.
"Only to you." Ash scoffed. I turned my head to look up at him. His face was inches from mine. My heart was banging against my chest. I was more than positive you could hear it. I really wanted to kiss him. His lips were soft and he was gentle. I really just wanted all of him.
I got home that afternoon, and decided to call Melanie. She hadn't texted or called yesterday. Melanie was definitely not at school today, either. Which, worried me. I had to make sure she was safe. I felt the need to. The phone rang three times. Around the fifth, she finally picked up. I almost thought I would have to drive to her house.
"Mel." I smiled in: relief flooding through me.
"Alex." She mocked. I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Nothing about her changed. Couldn't have it any other way.
"Why didn't you come to school today?" You could hear the pout in my voice.
"Brian didn't want me going to school, and I didn't want him to go to school. So, we just hung out at my house all day and watched movies. He was just giving me belly rubs. I may not be on my period, but I am a pregnant teen who loves belly rubs." Her last sentence was firm, as if she was telling Brian to continue his actions.
"I don't blame you." I chuckled. I really didn't. I was a teenager with hormones. I loved when people played with my hair. I never had my belly or booty rubbed, but I can just imagine how amazing it felt.
"Anyways, I'll text you later. I have to phone Theo and see what's up with him." My sigh was heavy.
"I'm sorry, that we left you alone. That I left you alone." Melanie was quick to apologize. The smile that I was trying to hold back pushed through.
"Its okay. Ashton kept me company."
"Oh! Details." She roared into the phone. I winced but chuckled.
"Nothing really happened. I went in pjs today, and it was really cold. So, he gave me his football letter man jacket. That's it. He told me about werewolves, and about you guys and my family."
"Wow." Her voice was laced with guilt.
"Yeah, I'm gonna let you go. I have to call Theo."
"Alright, I love you. I'll see you tomorrow." I heard her smile through the speaker. I nodded, bur realized she couldn't see me.
"I love you too. Bye." I rolled my eyes at my stupidity.
"Buh-bye." She hung up. What great friends I have. Note the sarcasm. I scrolled through my contacts and pressed on Theo's number. No answer. I wonder what happened to him. Maybe he was with his mate. I placed my phone on the charger.
I logged on to my laptop and played a little bit of music. I read books on a website I had found in the sixth grade: and that was my night.