Speak//Ashton Irwin

Chapter 31

The next day, school passed painfully slowly. Thankfully it was now over, and I was waiting for Brooke by my car. Kerry and Ben loitered around with me, flirting with each other and play fighting.
Just what I wanted to see.
"You wanna tag along with us tomorrow? You know, so you don't look so pathetic being alone on a Saturday night," Ben said.
"Hmm, do I want to be a third wheel on your date? No, thanks. I think I'd rather be pathetic." The thought of watching them sticking their tongues down each other's throats all night made me want to hurl.
Kerry rolled her eyes and grabbed Ben's hand. "Fine, loser," she chirped and pulled on Ben's hand. "Come on, take me home."
Ben waved over his shoulder, and I nodded.
Moments later, Brooke walked out of the building with Alexus and some other guy, who was looking at her for slightly too long. If he valued his eyeballs he was going to need to look away real soon.
Brooke smiled as she saw me, and I couldn't help smiling back.
"Bye, Brooke," Alexus said, giving her a little wave, which she returned.
I held my arms out for her, and she gripped hold of me so tight, it took me by surprise. It was as if she was scared I would run away or something crazy like that. "I'll miss you this weekend, too," I whispered in her ear, predicting her problem.
She nuzzled my neck, confirming my guess.
The weekend would no doubt pass slowly. I definitely needed to go out and do something to make the time pass faster. Louis was talking about doing something so maybe I should go with him. It'd be much better than being a third wheel on Kerry and Ben's date.
Maybe I could also stop Louis from getting too drunk and calling Eleanor again. Last time he'd ranted about how she broke his heart and was an evil witch for making him still love her.
Or maybe not. It was funny.
I took Brooke for ice cream after school. With all the drama recently and Brooke's extra gymnastic classes, we hadn't been in a while. We took our usual seat in the booth by the window, and Lucy called to say she would bring our usual order over.
"So you're leaving at eight tomorrow morning and will be back at three in the afternoon on Sunday, yeah?" I questioned, making sure I remembered right. I was planning to pick her up at four on Sunday so she could have some time to shower and change, and then I was taking her to the arcades and dinner.
She nodded.
We were given our order and wasted no time tucking into the ice cream. She moaned as she ate the first mouthful. I closed my eyes, feeling my blood heat.
"Hey, if we can't get the house to ourselves soon we could always take my car in the woods or something," I suggested, only half joking. A light pink blush crept over her cheeks, and she flicked her straw at me. Ice-cold milkshake hit me in the face.
Oh, you're going down.
I dipped my fingers in my drink and she took off, running towards the door. I jumped out of my seat, laughing as I sprinted after her.
Brooke could run pretty damn fast when she wanted to, but I soon caught up to her and grabbed her around the waist. With a low, deep chuckle, I ran my index finger down her cheek, leaving behind a trail of chocolate milkshake.
"Love you," I mumbled against her neck and tightened my arms. I always thought men were pathetic for being so under the thumb and thinking about their girlfriends twenty-four-seven.
Now I was one of them, and I couldn't have been happier.

Groaning as my phone started making a hideous sound; I pushed myself up and turned the damn thing off. Getting up at 7:30am on a Saturday was hell, but there was a very good reason for me getting up so early. I wanted to say goodbye before Brooke and Max went off for the night.
I dressed in record time and ran over to her house just as Max was loading their tents and fishing equipment in the car.
"She's inside," he said, laughing at how eager I was.
I smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."
Brooke was hugging her mum, who was telling her to have a good time. "I'll let you say bye," Sarah said, nodding towards me.
Brooke turned around looking confused. She smiled as she saw me, and, like always, it made me feel a hundred feet tall. I walked up to her and placed my hands on her slim hips.
"Hi." She smiled wider and pushed herself up on tiptoes to kiss me. My body reacted immediately. I groaned and kissed her back passionately, my body bursting into flames.
Pulling away when I felt my self-control slipping, I pressed my forehead against hers. "You have a good time. I'll see you in thirty-two and a half hours." The corner of her lip turned up. Yeah, I'd worked out the hours.
Ashton Irwin was now officially a pathetic, whipped, lucky bastard. And I was proud.
"I'm gonna miss you so much. I love you."
She gripped my hair and kissed me hard.
If you throw her down on the sofa and have your wicked way with her, Max will cut your balls off. You like your balls.
The way she was kissing me drove me wild. What the hell was this? She wasn't usually this forward. I loved it. She was the one that pulled away first. Her breathing heavy and laboured and sexy as hell. With a sigh, she took my hand and pulled me outside.
Giving me a sad, longing smile that made my heart bang against my chest, she got in the front seat of the car and Max drove off. I'll miss you, too.
For the entire morning, I was unintentionally annoying my parents and Lauren. Apparently, I was intolerable when I was away from Brooke. Lauren had entertained me for a couple hours, talking about the baby and her plans. She was doing amazingly well getting over her relationship with Chris. This baby was the best thing that could have happened to her. I was happy that she was finally happy.
Eventually, I decided that I was going to go out with Louis, so we arranged to call a taxi and go on a pub-crawl. Getting off my face would pass the time tonight and a hangover would pass the time tomorrow morning.
Yeah, I'm a pathetic mess without her.
Just as I was about to start actually tidying my room to have something to do – it had gotten that bad- my phone started ringing. I froze. It played The Most Beautiful Girl In The World by Prince.
Sweat broke out all over my body.
I had never heard that song come from my phone before.
That was the ringtone I had set for Brooke, and she'd never called before.
Reaching out with a shaky hand, I grabbed the phone and pressed answer. Immediately, I heard quiet sobs. Each one cut through me. I felt sick.
Why is she crying?
"Ashton," she whispered in a meek, scratchy voice that sounded painful. "Help me."
My world crashed to a halt.

Authors note:
Sorry for the suspense, but I love leaving you guys waiting mwahaha. Anyways only 3 more chapters :)
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