You swung opened the front door which was unlocked as usual. Hesitantly you walked through the house hoping Ashton was home.
"Ash?" You called out. No answer.
You made your way past the kitchen towards the pool in the back. Sliding open the glass door you call again.
"Ashton are you here?"
You step onto the pool deck only to see the one person you didn't want to. Luke. He was soaking wet, wearing just his swimming trunks, lying on the recliner.
"He's not home" He says harshly, while pushing his wet hair up to his usual style.
"Where is he?" You ask carefully.
"At the studio with the other two" He says, his eyes remain on his phone screen.
"When will he be back?" Your patience is already being tried.
"Why you I tell you" Luke spits
"Why do you have to be so fucking immature?" You retort.
"Because you are always acting like a bitch." He yells, and stands up.
"Ashton's my best friend I can come over whenever I want asshole." He takes a step closer and you step back.
"Really I'm a asshole?" He yells louder, "Well at least I'm not some unwanted whore like you" He remarks, the words clenching your heart.
Horrible memories flash behind your eyes at the sound of being called a whore. Instead of thinking of a comeback you turn on your heels and walk towards the gate. As you walk faster through the yard
"Y/N! Luke yells.
You stop short and spin around, and Luke nearly runs into you.
"What the fuck could you possibly want Hemmings? To call me a whore again? To throw in some more insults? What did I ever fucking do to make you hate me so much?" you don't even realize you're yelling so loudly.
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So I didn't know how to end Ashton one but I am going to make this one long:)
~Hailey
