One of the Guys

Chapter 19: Right Now

"I heard." I throw my shirt over, hoping to hit him.

"You asked me to!" He whisper-shouts.

"I was drunk." I frown.

"I didn't look."

"I know."

"I'm serious. I would never-" He stops. "You do?"

"I don't remember everything, but I remember you looking into my eyes."

"That's kinda sweet." I can hear him smiling.

"Whatever. Tie this."

"Are you sure you won't get mad later when your drunk?"

I punch the towel and come in contact with him. "Just do it."

"Okay Nike." He mumbles. "Why do we even need our suits on?" He frowns.

I hand him the strings and he starts to tie it. "I'll explain later."

"Aren't-"

"Wait, did you call me Nike?"

"Little slow today, are we?" He chuckles.

He finishes tying it and I turn around. "How did you change?"

I have to physically hold my jaw up. I knew the boy had muscles, but I mean. Holy. Hot. Damn. It's the kinda of hot that'd have every girl falling at his feet. My eyes kind of stay glued to his torso.

"I'm talented. I believe if you take a picture, it'll last longer." He smirks.

"I wasn't staring." I lie. "By the way, my eyes are up here." It's my turn to smirk.

He just smiles. "I know, they're lovely."

"Suck up." I mutter.

"Jerk."

"Jackash."

"Bitch."

"I hope you step on a Lego."

"You suck at football."

My mouth hangs open. "You did not just say that."

"No, wait! I'm sorry." He pleads to my retreating form.

"So close, Ashton. You had to go and open your big mouth." I'm smiling, but he can't see my face.

"I was kidding." He pouts and grabs my arm, spinning me around in his arms.

"I wasn't." I smile sarcastically.

"Can I make it up to you?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"Pig." I mutter and walk out of the tent.

I walk to the fire ring and whistle. The boys gather around. "Who's it?" I ask and they all look at me with blank expressions.

"You nimrods didn't even figure that out?" I roll my eyes. That's becoming a habit.

"You're it." Emmet shrugs.

"Ah hell no." I laugh. "You're joking. Right?"

"We aren't, Captain." Ashton winks. I glare at him, but he just keeps smiling.

"We all agreed." Emmet adds.

"Yeah, because I wasn't there."

"Can we just get on with it?" Ian calls from the back.

"Let's make it interesting, shall we?" I smile evilly.

"Oh no, I know that look." Wesley shakes his head.