"Michael , you know this could go wrong in numerous amount of ways you could never expect." You interrupted. He didn't cease the moment just kept sliding his tongue against your neck vein. "No, Mikey, stop, babe." You giggled at his breath tickling your flesh. "Fuck it, Kristelle." He growled he attacks your mouth earning you to gasp loudly into his. You clutch a clot of his hair in you sweaty palms, from nerves. He signals you to hoist yourself around his torso and in seconds, you two were trapped in the Janitors closet , thighs on either side of him. You squealed in excitement and joy when he groped on your boob slightly. He chuckled quietly then roamed kissed all over your neck again. You rolled your head out to give in some more . He stopped and expressed startled. "What..?"you whispered. "Ashton's voice." He said in fear. He removed you off him and held your hips for a moment. This was no time to waste . "Alright, I'll see you then ?!" An echo of Irish hollered. The voice sounded awfully far but the next one was much nearer. "Yeah, ok , bye !" Ashton yelled back. You heard his footsteps and felt them too crawling closer than ever. You and Michael separated in that moment . Michael stepped back a few feet away, but a little too much , and tumbled over the stock of toilet paper and resulting the mop to crash down . "shit...." Michael wheezed. The door opened sending light to enter the room along with confused Ashton. Ashton flicked the light behind him and flinched at the sight of Michael and you. He didn't respond saying what happened but flared his nostrils and clenched his fists. It scared you, the fact that it was a bad idea of hooking up with his best friend, but also skipping dates after dates because of this. Ashton kicked the mop and the bucket of oily Goo or whatever substance . He glanced both of you one last time and grabbed the mop , sending it to fly to the door direction , leaving a dark dent. Ashton escaped on his way, with disappointment and depressing night away.
