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He's Popular And You're A Nerd (Ashton 2/4)

1st P.O.V

"Hey" I look up to see someone standing over me. And that someone happens to be the one and only Ashton Irwin. He's the most popular guy in school. No, he's not some jock asshole who fucks every girl. He's actually super nice, smart too. He's the hottest guy in school, every girl swooning over him, thinking that they'd be "His Girl". He's had countless girlfriends, trying to find his matchmate. Every girl he goes out with thinks that they're the one, only to have their hearts crushed when he breaks the news to them. Yes, he does play football, but that's not the point. The point is, he's actually talking to ME, the school nerd. Yes, I am your typical nerd, big glasses, straight A's, I used to have braces until I switched to Crest invisalign. Out of the 4 years we went to school together, he never talked to me. And yet, here I am, sitting by the tree, studying for a test. And here he is, standing over me, talking.

"H-hey" I push myself a little further into the tree, not making eye contact. He chuckles, taking a set next to me. So close, our shoulders touch. I gasp at the sudden contact, my cheeks flaming. I pull my knees up to my chest, making my skinny jeans feel a little tighter than usual.

"Why you so shy Y/N?" He asks, sending chills down my spine.

"Y-you know m-my name?" I stutter.

"How could I not? We've been in the same spanish and calculus class since freshmen year" He laughs like we've been life long friends.

"I just thought you never noticed..." I trail off, looking into his stunning eyes, almost getting lost in them.

"Well I did. And I've also noticed that you had a little crush on me" He smirks, embarrassment taking over me.

"I-I gotta go" I quickly get up, leaving before my wrist was stopped, making me turn around, crashing into his chest, his cologne making my knees weak.

"Ash please, I really don't want to be made fun of over some crush I have." I whisper, looking up at his hurt face.

"Why would I make fun of you?"

"Because a guy like you should never be with a girl like me" I roll my eyes.

"A guy like me?"

"You know, hot, plays football, smart, popular, could get any girl you want. As where I'm not even average, I can't run a mile to save a live, a nerd, and I have a better chance at getting hit by a meteorite than going out with a guy, let alone have a future and a family with one..." I whisper, tears starting to pool. One slips, but never falls as he wipes it away with is thumb. Before I could process what's happening, I feel a pair of lips on mine. I was pulled into a strong, but passionate kiss, sweeping me off of my feet. I respond by kissing back ,wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snake around my waist. Soon, I pull back, breathless.

"Was that your first kiss?" He breathlessly asks. I only nod, embarrassed.

"Well, because I was your first, I hope to be your last" He says, leaving me confused to where this was going.

"Y/N, Would you like to go out on a date with me?"

*Kiss*