Chapter Fourteen

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Ashley's POV

"It was just a misunderstanding." Julian speaks, looking down at the ground.

"That didn't seem like a misunderstanding, Julian." I murmur.

"Look, you don't have to be worried about me, it's fine, it was... Just a joke." He speaks, looking up at me.

"A joke, are you sure it was just a joke? Be honest with me Julian." He hesitates, but then nods his head.

"Look," He places his hands on my shoulders, "It was just a joke." 

"Whatever..." I say walking away from him.

"Where are you going?" He folds his arms.

"School. Duh." I say, grabbing my mom's keys.

"Ha, you can't drive. Broken leg, remember?" I throw the keys at him and mock him.

"One more week Ashley." My mom laughs in the kitchen.

"Absolute torcher with this guy driving me to school, you know how annoying he is?"

"Oh c'mon, you love me." He smiles and I take a small moment to give him the 'are you kidding' look and swing the door wide open. I get down the steps and once I finally reach the car and get my crutches in the back, Julian is already in the front blaring his music.

"Have you ever stopped and listened to these lyrics?" I turn the music down and look over at him.

"I don't need to." He turns it up loud, I turn it back down and look at him, rolling my eyes.

"Well, I think you should considering how disgusting it is." I glare at him as he turns the music up even louder.

"Why are you in such a good mood anyways?" I question, turning down the volume to a reasonable level, normally he is grumpy this early in the morning.

"Because Ashley, my girlfriend is hot and life is good." He reasons and I fake gag.

"Oh, I am sorry... I think I just threw up a little in my mouth." I speak.

"Awe, just like I did when I met you." He looks over at me and I cross my arms.

"Jerk!" I reach over and punch his arm, he quickly swerves the car and I scream his name. Suddenly he bursts into a fit of laughter.

"You should've seen your face!"

"You are insane! You could have killed us both!"

"Okay, we have a way better chance at me driving with swerving than you driving any other day of the week." He smirks.

"Proud of that one, huh?" I shake my head.

"Why are you in such a bad mood?" He cuts the music to listen to my response.

"Because I have to look at you on this potentially great morning." I speak, moving my hand to show the sunrise filled sky.

"Hey, no need to be mean."

"Really? Did you hear what you said to me like two minutes ago?" I question.

"Yeah, but you can't be mean to me." He smirks.

"Oh yeah, and why?"

"You just can't." His smirk remains on his face and I decide to just stay silent, not wanting to keep the conversation going. About five or six minutes pass of this silence and he changes the station to one that I listen to. I turn my head to look at him and smile, but he keeps his head straight on the road, clearly not wanting to show that he actually did something kind for once.

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