Amorette:

I woke up that morning, light streaming into the unfamiliar room. I snapped up but was soon pulled back down by heavy arms.  I turned as saw Ashton literally trying to suffocate me with his body. I looked at my wrist, and it was heavily wrapped. He fucking found out and I can't even remember when he found me.

I hate blacking out like fuck that. I want to be able to remember when I fuck up. Why was he even showing me affection anyways? I just met him a month ago and he's acting like we're dating. I feel like, no I know for a fact this is a prank. Get the loser to fall in love then dump and expose her after you're done with her.

I lied back down and quietly ninja rolled off the bed onto the ground, landing with a soft thump on my side.  

I heard a soft grunt come from above the bed. Shit.

I rolled under his bed, hoping to not find any male unpleasantries like a sock that can talk. 

"Amorette? Where'd you go?" He asked, sounding groggy and disturbingly hot.

Staying silent, I saw him step onto the ground and heard him shuffle around the room searching for me. 

"Dammit" he grunted quietly. 

I smiled in victory, but my win was short-lived.

He poked his head under the bed, black hair dangling and green eyes bright with amusement. 

"Gotcha," He whispered with a smile.

My eyes widened in surprise. I should've just went out the window. How does one become king at hide and seek even though there wasn't a game in the first place?

Sighing, I rolled out from under the bed and bumped into his legs. I looked up to find he peeled off the shirt that got soaked. Holy shit. 

With my face lighting up bright red like a fire, I attempted rolling back under. Surprisingly I wasn't snatched back but allowed to roll to the other side of the bed. 

Abs. Abs. Fucking abs.

The room filled with his deep laughter, and I popped up to find him practically doubled over in laughter. I avoided looking at his upper body, and in order to hide my flustered self, I snapped at him. 

"Where the hell am I? And why'd you basically kidnap me, you're lucky I don't call the cops on your ass"

His laughter slowly diminished, "I wanted to make sure you were ok".

"Do you have any idea how worried my dad probably is? What were you fucking thinking?" I exclaimed, throwing my arms up into the air.

Taking notice to my heavily bandaged wrist, I pointed aggressively at it, "And this, how'd you even find out about this, do you know how hard this is going to be to hide?! Goddammit Ashton, why? Just why?"

"You were...hurting yourself. I don't want you to leave, like permanently" He responded. He walked around his bed to get closer, "I care about you Amorette"

"You've known me for like a month, hell I barely even know who you are," I said, backing away towards the wall.

"Ugh", he groaned, running his hands through his hair, "I can't, I can't explain everything right now, I'm sorry but can you just trust me?"

I looked into his eyes, they were pleading for me to trust him. He was bent over a little bit, scanning my face for an answer.

"I have to call my Dad" I muttered reluctantly, "Did you grab my backpack?"

His face lit up, "Yeah, yeah of course. He speed-walked to the corner of his room, "Here it is"

He held up my bag. I took it and pulled my phone from the corner pocket to be greeted with 17 missed calls and multiple texts.

I called him and he quickly picked up, "Where the hell are you Amorette? Are you hurt? Have you been kidnapped, do I need to call the cops?" 

I laughed at his rambling, and tried to calm him down, "Dad, calm down, I stayed the night with a friend".

"A friend, oh sweetie that's great. I'm glad you're safe. But why the hell did you skip all of your afternoon classes?!" 

Angry dad was in the game.

"I got upset and he took me to his house, his mom helped me" I partially lied.

"He? A boy? You didn't have sex did you, cause I swear to god!"

I sputtered in disbelief, glancing at Ashton who turned a beet red, once again looking like a strawberry.

"Dad, no way in hell. Ashton's just a friend!"

"A friend huh, then where'd you sleep?" He asked accusingly.

"Um, o-on the floor" 

"The floor of where?"

"The couch. Oh shit no not the floor of the couch, the couch"

Silence. I could practically hear him narrowing his eyes through the phone, giving me that 'I'll figure out if you're lying or not' look.

I heard a snicker, and I looked at Ashton, clearly amused at my lame attempts at lying to my father trying not to die of laughter. I shot him a glare and flipped him off, which only made him more amused. 

Rolling my eyes I laid on the 'I'm your only daughter' skit, "Dad, I swear. Would you really think that me, your only daughter, would lie to you?"

More silence. I heard a heavy sigh from the other end of the line, and I smile knowing he had given in.

"I believe you Amorette, but I wanna meet this Ashton kid, you're lucky its a four day weekend."

"Thank you, Daddy," I said, then widened my eyes in horror upon realizing what I said.

Ashton smirked and gave me a look, raking his eyes up and down my body.

"Love you, princess," my dad said.

"L-love you too dad," I said back, putting emphasis on the dad.

I really hate myself for letting that slip.

The call disconnected, and Ashton was still staring at me.

"Daddy eh?" He asked lowly.

"You heard nothing" I hissed back in embarrassment.

He hummed. 

I walked past him and opened the door, "Shut up".

"For now I will. But why don't we grab some breakfast?" He suggested.

"Oh, um, I'm not that hungry" I replied nervously. My stomach wasted no time in grumbling, earning a confused and hurt look from Ash.

"You're going to at least try to eat" He proclaimed.

I looked down and sighed. 

"I'd like to see you try and make it happen" 

There's no way in hell I'm eating in front of him and his family.

A/N: So she got her ass caught. But there are still more problems to address with Amorette.

Do you think she's going to catch on soon? Let me know in the comments <3

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