Part 2/4
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I am a terrible student, I just have a real procrastination problem 😅😬
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Ashton:
There were three things that got you through a school day when you were on your period. They were tampons, pain medication, and a large chocolate bar in your lunch. Those items kept you relatively comfortable, clean, and happy. So it's rather understandable that without one, or all of them a day at school could turn out to be even more hellish than normal.
That was the case when you forgot to smuggle in your pain meds. Usually, when you're on your period you just left a bottle of Ibuprofen or Midol or something even though you technically weren't suppose to. But in your haste after waking up very, very, late you forgot to pack anything.
You found that out in math class when a particularly strong cramp hit you and you went to grab the bottle from your bag.
You had to hold in a groan when your entire lower abdomen twisted itself into a big knot. You were not a happy camper. Mr. Jackson however, was very busy explaining how to FOIL out equations. You didn't know if it was sitting in the same position for such a long time, or just your body hating you, but you needed some relief.
"And that's all there is to it! Here's the problems, please work on them for the remainder of the hour," your teacher was rather happy that day, which only served to irritate you as he wrote out the problems across the board in blue dry erase marker. He had a weird obsession with the sea and water in general, and he was always eating blue foods. Today it was a solid blue muffin.
You thought it was weird but he was young, and a lot of the girls in your grade fawned over his sea-foam colored eyes and tan skin. Whatever, as long as he was distracted eating the blue muffin you were good to dig through your bag.
You first grabbed your phone and held it up in your dominant hand, so you could make it look like you were taking a picture of the problems on the board. With your other hand, you dug though your bag in your lap, trying to locate the little bottle.
You felt a hairbrush, nope. Your makeup bag, no. Keychain, earbuds, pencil, random loose tampon, deodorant, protein bar, Subway rewards card, and chapstick, but no pill bottle.
You felt your heartbeat pick up in panic, and you abandoned the idea of even pretending to be working in favor of digging through your bag.
"No no no!" You said quietly as you dug though all of the crap in your purse. You had a lot of things in there that you didn't need, the rape whistle Michael had given you that lit up and let out a high-pitched screech, an old happy-feet happy meal toy Luke had given you, and like four half-chewed packs of gum but no pain pills.
When you had gone through everything three times you sighed and threw your head back. You hair fell onto the paper of the kid who sat behind you, but you were too distressed to notice.
"Excuse me Y/N," Castiel, looked down at you patiently, "but your hair seems to be blocking my paper."
He peered down at you, not upset, but rather curious.
"Sorry," you sat up, and shook your head.
"Are you okay? You seem rather upset," he hummed.
"I'm fine Cas," you flashed him a grateful smile.
"Are you sure? I saw you rummaging through your purse, have you lost something of importance?" He tilted his head on an angle.
Cas was a little weird, but very sweet, and you doubted that he had anything on him to help with your cramps so you just waved him off.
"No, just forgot it at home, I'm fine really," you blew some air out of your nose, "thanks for worrying about me though."
He copied your smile, although somewhat artificially as his eyes didn't crinkle, but the corners of his mouth lifted.
"You are welcome Y/N," he dropped the smile and then turned back to his work.
You shook your head in amusement and then turned back around to refocus on your problem. You would either have to deal with it, try to acquire some cramp meds from another girl, or leave.
So you pulled open your texts and clicked Y/BFF/N.
Y/N:
You don't happen to have any Midol or anything do you?
You bit down on your lip and looked up at Mr. Jackson, you technically weren't supposed to be texting, but he was now chowing down on some blueberries, so you were probably in the clear.
She texted you bad quickly.
Y/BFF/N:
No, sorry, but I could probably get you something that could help...
You snorted and rolled your eyes, she was such a doofus sometimes. But you considered the offer nevertheless. You referred back to your three options. You knew that you couldn't continue like this, you didn't really want secondhand drugs from who-knows-where that Y/BFF/N could get for you, which left you with going home.
Y/N:
It's okay 😂, I think I'm just going to see if Ashton will come and get me
Y/BFF/N:
Tell him that you can't help having a wide set vagina and heavy flow
You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. She was really something else.
Y/N:
I don't think Mean Girls references are going to get me out of school, but ya know, nice try
Y/BFF/N:
Don't patronize me
Y/BFF/N:
Crapcrapcrapcrap Mrs whats-her-face is walking over. GOTTA GO
You knew better than to text her after that, and while your teacher was still distracted you decided to just text your brother as well.
Y/N:
Ashton. We have a situation...
He too was quick to respond, it was a minor miracle, at least something was going right.
ashTON:
What? Did you get suspended? Detention? Did someone die? Allergic reaction?
You were somewhat offended that the first thing he assumed was that you had gotten suspended, but you didn't tell him so.
Y/N:
No, I forgot my Midol at home and... it's really bad
ashTON:
Oh. OH okay, I see, what do I do?
While you were typing out your response, he texted back again.
ashTON:
Calum said to go get you. Do you want me to come get you?
You were relieved that Calum was there, and for whatever reason, aware of your conversation with Ashton.
Y/N:
Yes. And bring Midol or something, PLEASE
ashTON:
ON MY WAY! Ashton to the rescuuuuue!
With that you put down your phone, and just in time as the bell rang only moments later. You scrambled to pack your stuff into your bag, lagging behind your classmates who had been actually paying attention to the time.
"Have a good day Y/N," Cas said as he brushed by.
"You too!" You yelled as you struggled to shove your notebook into your stuffed backpack.
You managed to get it in by folding it halfway and squishing it down. Once you managed to zip your bag, you picked it up and slung it over your shoulder.
Before you could leave the room however, Mr. Jackson called you over.
"Come here Y/N," he motioned to you, putting his feet up on his desk.
"Yes?" You asked, hoping that you weren't just about to get your phone taken away.
"Just so you know, I wasn't born yesterday, but I gave you the benefit of the doubt today. I trust that whatever you were doing was important?" He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair so he could look you in the eye.
"Yes Mr. Jackson, I- I'm not feeling well, I was asking my brother to come and get me," you stuttered out, rather embarrassed that you were being called out. Luckily he was courteous enough to do it when you peers weren't in the room.
He studied your face for a moment and then nodded, "you do look a little pale. I'll let it slide. I hope you feel better Y/N," he gave you a look of pity and then turned his attention to the class pet, a goldfish named Grover.
You took that as your cue to leave, so you turned on your heel and joined the crowd of high-schoolers in the hallway.
You knew that it would probably take Ashton a few minutes to come and get you, so you walked toward way to the cafeteria. At least you could enjoy your chocolate bar while you waited.
Just as you were about to walk into the doors of the lunchroom, the school's speakers crackled to life.
"Y/N Irwin to the office, Y/N to the front office please," the nasally voice of the secretary called, making the school temporarily fall quiet.
You blushed, and backed up, some of the people who recognized you waved from in the cafeteria, and you waved back, and then had to turn around again to head to the office.
You made it there in record time since leaving school was a great fitness motivator.
When you pushed open the door to the student office Ashton's curls greeted you from the line of plastic waiting chairs.
"Y/N?" The secretary tipped down her glasses to look at you.
"Yes," you nodded in confirmation.
"You're free to go sweetie, your brother already signed you out," she smiled and then turned back to her computer.
"Thank you," you brushed past her desk and over to Ashton, who had already stood up, ready to go.
"Ready?" He asked as you stood in front of him.
"Beyond ready," you sighed in relief, letting the tension melt out of your shoulders as you relaxed.
"Good, I grabbed some Midol that Luke had for whatever reason, but I haven't eaten lunch yet," he talked as the two of you walked down out of the building and to his car, "so I was wondering if you wanted to get lunch? Unless you'd rather go home and rest," he said quickly, not wanting to pressure you.
But you hadn't even gotten the chance to eat your chocolate bar, "that'd be great actually," you smiled and pulled open the passengers door. Sitting on the seat, waiting for you was the Midol as promised, along with a sticky note from Luke that basically said, don't ask.
After you were no longer feeling like you were trying to birth one of your internal organs, Ashton took you out to eat at one of the local burger joints. You ate like a pig and had an extra-large milkshake after because you were on your period and super bloated anyway.
Afterwards he took you home and you curled up on the couch with a hot water bottle and watched some stupid horror movie that he had recorded that was for more ridiculous than scary.
"I just don't see why if you were trying to run away from a murderer, you'd climb up into a treehouse that only had one exit, and then turn on the light," you frowned as one girl was brutally murdered, "this almost feels like natural selection."
"I agree that she shouldn't have turned the lights on," Ashton said thoughtfully, "but if I saw some crazy dude with a knife climbing up the rope ladder I would've cut it off, or jumped on him or something."
That was your day, it started out pretty rough, but by the end, thanks to your understanding brother, you were able to salvage things and have a good laugh.
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