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I'm such a dumbass.
It's my fault Ashton's mad, all because I'm too nervous. He didn't text me after I hung up on him. I went to sleep and expected to wake up with a text from him. Maybe, one where he apologized for getting so angry with me. But there was nothing. And there wasn't anything the next day either.
It's been two days now and I'm scared to just text him. I don't feel like crying again and I'm positive that he would somehow find a way to make me.
That's how I realized that I'm the one who should be apologizing. I don't think I'm ready to stop talking to Ashton yet. If a damn nude will make him talk to me again, that's what he'll get.
You're probably thinking that this is an obvious case of peer pressure. Well, you're right. I feel pressured even though Ashton specifically told me that I shouldn't feel pressured.
So, I'm currently in the bathroom trying to figure this shit out. And by shit, I mean which angle my boobs look best from.
I take a picture and make sure you can't see my face in it. I really debated flipping him off in the picture. He sort of deserves it.
Me: hey Ashton
Me: please text me, I'm sorry
Ashton: hey babe
Me: I'm sorry that I got nervous, but why did you get so angry? You made me cry
Ashton: I guess I was just annoyed. I'm tired of waiting.
Ashton: I should've made flash cards for you when we facetimed
My mouth opens when I read the latest text. What a douchey thing to say. He doesn't even sound sorry for what he did. He's making jokes about the whole thing like he didn't do something wrong. It's pissing me the fuck off.
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Me: well I have one if you want it
Ashton: you took a nude?
Me: yeah
Ashton: please give it to me baby :)
I didn't think I'd have trouble sending Ashton the picture. As soon as I grew enough courage to take it, I've been really excited to show him. I intended on sending it to him and then talking again. I want him to text me.
I love the feeling that he can give me just through a simple text.
But the way he's talking to me isn't comforting. I hate the way he put a damn smiley when he asked for it. Like, the lame ass face would somehow convince me to show him my body. I'm irritated, but the thought of him talking to me normally again drives me to send the picture.
I feel like I'm being used.
Ashton: Maddie? Are you gonna send it?
Me: here (image)
Ashton: thanks
Me: you're welcome?
Ashton: what?
Me: nothing, sorry
Me: soooo my birthday is next week!!
Ashton: and Christmasss!!
Me: how could I forget
Ashton: do you like quesadillas???
Me: um yeahhh hahaha
Ashton: well I just made one, I wish you could try it with me
Me: I've had a quesadilla before
Ashton: but you've never had one of MY quesadillas ;)
Me: I don't want one of your quesadillas
Ashton: sureeeeee, you want one of my everything
Me: that's where you're wrong lol
Ashton: well I want one of your everything
Ashton: god I want you so bad
Me: hm
Ashton: what? Why aren't you talking like you usually do?
Me: nothing
Ashton: hey guess who's beside me
Ashton: it's Luke, he's reading our text messages what a creep
Me: awwww HI LUKE IF YOURE REDAING THIS SEND HELP
Ashton; damdanfdmgiyt
Ashton: .fdgksLP
Ashton: hey Maddie
Ashton: this is Luke. I'm Luke. Hi :----)
Me: HOYT LSHIT LUKE oMGHEy!
Ashton: you seem really cool, but Ashton won't give me your number :(
Me: he won't give me yours either :(, ahh oh well
Ashton: well here you go beautiful :) xxx-xxx-xxxx
Me: OH MYT GOD I HAVE 2/4 OF 5soOS diGITS
Ashton: I'm getting bruises because of you, he wants his phone back and he's pissed
Me: I'm sorry!! You two are fighting hsahaahahahassjddkee I cant breathe
Ashton: text me whenever, im serious
Me: ok
Ashton: MADDIE
Ashton: ITS ASDHTON PLEASe delete his number
Me: why?
Ashton: just please do, I don't want you two talking
Me: well can I just keep it and not talk to him?
Ashton: why? Just to say you have it?
Me: well yeah
Ashton: no, delete it
Ashton: please baby, do it for me
Me: alright
I send the text and then sneakily create a new contact for Luke. An evil laugh escapes my mouth at my act of rebellion.
Ashton's fucking insane if he thinks I would delete this.
Me: I deleted it :(
Ashton: good girl, that's good
Me: so why was he reading our texts? Haha
Me: OH GOD DID HE SEE MY PICTURE
Me: non no n non no no
Ashton: relax babe he didn't, and idk sometimes the boys like to see what we talk about lol
Me: that's weird, you don't let them do you?
Ashton: hell no, I just beat the shit out of Luke. He's crying now
Me: DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM, ILL KILL YOU
Ashton: -__-
Me: sorry, it's instinct
Ashton: lol ok I just want you to know I really appreciate the pic
Me: you don't sound like you do
Ashton: well I do, you'll never understand how much
Me: well okay, glad my nude was so extraordinary hahaha
Ashton: me too ;)
Ashton: and it was, it definitely was
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