Fuck You Over

*Said I was a douche bag won't call back, worst hangover you ever had. Felt so good at first but you knew it would never last.*
I stared at the girl in the front seat. Was that really my only competition? I had to be up against something better than that, something more classy and less trashy perhaps?
"This is Violet, she goes to the high school down the road from ours." Ashton said smirking at me. I smiled and shook her hand.
"Hey, I'm Hunter. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said sitting back in my seat. Ashton stared at me questioningly before turning the car on.
"We're gonna make one more stop at my friend Luke's house real quick." He said to Violet. She nodded. Oh no, he knew he was on to me. I sighed heavily and did breathing exercises. I forgot about Luke's part in my plan. Pretend I wasn't madly in love with him… seems easy enough.
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25. 22- Greta and Grounded

22- Greta and Grounded

Being grounded wasn't half as bad as people made it out to be. Granted I didn't know what was the difference other than I didn't have my phone. I just sat in my room and hung out with Lola. My dad was an easy guy to hate and love. On one hand, yes I did get super wasted. But on the other hand it's not like no one's ever done it. I'm sure he's had his share of weed parties.

"Are you still boycotting food or are you going to come down and eat?" He asked when I was mumbling to myself.

"Why don't you invite your other family over? You've been getting cozy with them all week." I commented leaning back into my pillows.

"When is this attitude going to end? You're acting out for no reason!" He exclaimed.

"I'm not having this conversation. Just go away." I demanded turning to face the wall.

"If you don't turn around right now, I will make it three weeks." He threatens.

"See you in hell, Hitler." I mumbled closing my eyes.

"Three weeks." He finished before walking out.

"Oh how terrible?" I say sarcastically. I hear a soft rap at my door and I perk up quickly.

"It's Greta." The voice says.

"I'd rather die." I sang annoyed.

"Can we talk? Just for a few minutes?" She asks.

"Come in." I said turning to face the door. She smiled as she saw my face and sat on the edge of my bed.

"Hey." She chuckled.

"Hey." I said sitting back. I had only talked to Hyland and my dad about this so this was the first time.

"Hyland thinks you don't like her." Greta said patting her hair down.

"We'll she isn't wrong." I mumbled more to myself than anyone in particular.

"So how do you want to do this? Ask me questions?" She suggested.

"I just want to know why? I mean, everything is really confusing." I admitted.

"Ha, if that even covers it. Well, to be honest what happened is this. Your father got me pregnant while I already had a kid. Hyland was my best friends daughter. My best friend died and I couldn't let Hyland go into foster care. Anyways fast forward to why," she said.

I couldn't see why I understood. I understood everything in a way. I mean I got everything I needed from her explaining it so calmly.

"You were sick. Doctors said you had a very bad chance of survival and as a 17 year old girl with a year left of high school who lives in an abandoned soup kitchen, I couldn't really take care of you. So I gave you away. I let you go even though it killed me." She pulled out a small tattered notebook and handed it to me.

"This was what kept me alive." She said smiling. She kissed my forehead and stood up walking to leave.

"I know you have more questions but for right now, we need to take it one at a time." She advised. I nodded and leaned back into my bed.

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August 19th, 2000

Dear Hunter,

Today you're four years old. I've missed the second full year of your life.

I hope this gets easier. I hope this unrequited love will ease after some time. I don't have a lot of time to give for the mistakes I've made. Especially not the mistake of giving you up. I love you.

I sent you a present. It's a pink bear. If you're reading this you probably don't have it yet. Hopefully I'm the one who gave these to you. These letters that I write everyday just for you. I know you won't be able to read yet and well I guess I keep hoping that you'll never have to read these, that you'll never have to see how painfully miserable I am without you in my life.

Today your father's mother called me and told me that she was sending you a bunch of stuff. A bunch of stuff you wouldn't need and your father would pretend he bought for you. Okie dokie I guess this is it.

I love you more than any love you could possibly imagine.

Until next time,

Mama

I sighed as the words written so beautifully were implanted in my brain. All I could feel was hurt that I has caused so much pain to one person and then anger that I had family. I didn't have to be alone. I begun to reach for my phone but then remembered that I couldn't call anyone. Damn it, grounded.

I moved to the window and at down on the seat waiting for something. When I looked over Luke was in his window motioning for me to open mine.

"Hey." I smiled as he opened his and sat on the edge.

"Hey." He nodded.

"Hey." He chuckled and sat up more.

"Hey."

"It's been awhile," I finally said.

"Ages."

"I heard you and Ally broke up." I mused.

"Yeah, we both wanted different people." He admitted.

"She wanted Louis, who do you want?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Someone who is now out of reach, literally." He joked.

"Maybe she likes you." I offered.

"I don't think so. She's so happy with her screw up of a boyfriend." He said.

"So her boyfriends a screw up? Does she know?" I asked.

Luke climbed down the side of his house and up mine. He swung his legs in and closed the window behind him.

"You see, I think she knows. But I think that deep down she hopes and prays that he's the guy she wants. When in reality I'm the guy she wants." Luke explains scooting closer to me. He places his hand on top of mine and leans closer to me until I can feel his breath on my lips.

If one of us moves an inch we'd be kissing. Luke takes his free hand and brushes the hair from my face tucking it behind my ear and leaning until our lips touch.

My eyes close and I can't help but want to kiss him more. It's not the same hunger as it is with Ashton but it's something else. Luke is kneeling in between my legs and slowly making me fall on to the cushion of the window seat. His hands move up an down my thigh lingering at my waistband. His lips moved to my neck.

"Luke, wait." I said trying to bring back some sanity.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"This doesn't feel right, I mean I'm not broken up with Ashton we're just taking a break." I explained trying my best not to seem hormonal.

"He really doesn't deserve you. Just yesterday he hooked up with Violet, yet he pretends he only wants you. He hooks up with girls all the time. He's having parties just for it." Luke says.

"Luke, look, I know you don't understand it but I love Ashton. It's not because of anything I just do. If I could go back and not love him as much as I do I would. I've never loved someone so much in my entire life. I've never wanted someone to be with me as much as I want Ashton to be here with me. He is my fatal flaw. My character is demolished because of him. But I know that no matter how many girls he hooks up with, as pathetic as this sounds, I will be his one and only." I explained.

"You're right," he said climbing out of my window. "That does sound pathetic."

I scoffed. Who is he to tell me I'm pathetic? He was hitting on his ex girlfriend's best friend. I bit my lip and walked into my bathroom. I needed to get in contact with Ashton. How I was going to do that? I'm not sure. But when the plan finally formed in my head I felt an unbelievable amount of guilt.

My feet carried me down the stairs, my heart grew heavy as I saw the bright and sunny smile of the woman I was about to rip the heart out of.

"Hey, sweetie!" Greta exclaimed standing up quickly. My father watched as she embraced me and I returned the favor without a fight.

Yeah dad, I actually like Greta.

"Well, look what the creepy antisocial cat dragged in." He smiled.

"Yeah," I said standing by the door.

"Greta was just about to go to the mall." He said.

"You think I could maybe go with you?" I asked hesitantly.

"Of course!"

"Awesome." I nodded walking to grab my shoes before following Greta out the door.

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In the mall, it was mostly me listening to Greta talk about clothes and shoes. I bit my lip as I realized I was going to have to confess to her.

"Greta, look, I should have told you the. Real reason I wanted to come today. I really need to talk to Ashton. I was going to ask you myself and I know this seems like I'm taking advantage of you but I just thought maybe, ya know?" I asked anxiously. She chuckled and pulled me into a hug that I didn't hesitate to return. Surprisingly I liked having a mom. I mean, dad never took me shopping and talked to me about boys and what not.

"Look, I'll drop you off at Ashton's and I'll shop. You have two hours and then I'm coming to get you and we will talk through our story in the car? What your dad doesn't know won't hurt him, yeah?" She asked. I nod eagerly hugging her tighter in appreciation.

"Ok, ok. But tomorrow we will have a mother daughters thing." She says smiling.

"Of course. I can't think of anything I'd rather do on my Sunday afternoon." I joked. She rolled her eyes and drove me over to Ashton's house.

I crossed my fingers as I walked up the porch steps. I could hear the creaky wood underneath my feet and my breathing was erratic. Awesome. I was a mess. I knocked on the door and waited. Harry and Lauren weren't here? Well it is Saturday. But Calum? Well he has Cassie. I ran a hand through my hair before beginning to knock again.

"Ya know," I heard Ashton say. I turned around as he began walking towards me. I saw Greta smile and drive off. "When there aren't any cars in the driveway, that means nobody is home."

"That's not true." Is all I could say. I missed Ashton so much. Even standing here with him in front of me made me miss him.

"Aren't you still grounded?" He asks opening the front door and letting me in. We walk to his couch and sit.

"Well, yeah, but I has to come see you." I admit softly. Ashton makes a move to hold my hand but then takes it back.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Do you think it's pathetic?" I asked.

"Is what pathetic?"

"The thought of me being your one and only even after you've probably hooked up with every girl in the city?"

"Who says I've hooked up with anyone?"

"Luke." There's nothing to hide anymore. Like was telling me things and I just needed reassurance.

"What did he tell you?"

"That you've been hooking up with two or three girls every night and that I should just be with him." I know those weren't his exact words but they were close enough.

"And you believed him?" He interrogated.

"Ashton,"

"I guess when you screw up repeatedly people expect that." He said.

"I didn't want to believe him and I didn't but with Violet and Claire and Cassie and Ally as living proof every single day, I don't know I guess I just couldn't see it any other way." I admitted.

"Wait, how do you know Claire?" He asks.

"When we traded phones I saw her name and number in your favorites."

"Claire is my aunt. I call her Claire because she hates aunt."

"Ashton, I'm just going to say it. I'm jealous, I'm so unbelievably jealous that it's disgusting."

"It's not that bad."

"Ashton, I snuck out of my house to make you reassure me that you only love me." I explained.

"I get it. And I spend everyday thinking that Zayn is with you or Luke. I spend everyday hoping your alone. I never knew if you wanted me to see you or not." He said giving me his hand.

"I missed you so much." I laughed scooting closer to him. He wrapped his arm around my waist and leaned down so that are lips touched. I smiled as he pressed himself against me making my back fall on the cushion.

"Does this mean we are back together?" He asked snuggling his nose into the crook of my neck. I hummed an agreement and stroked his dirty blonde hair.

"By the way I'm grounded for three more weeks." I said rolling my eyes.

"What'd you do?"

"Well, I'm boycotting food and I refuse to talk to them." I shrugged.

"You're not eating?" He asks concern on his face.

"Ally, Violet and Cassie have taken turns giving me food. Michael comes over when he's free and talks to me." I shrugged.

"I guess being good to people gives you an advantage huh?" He asks kissing my fingertips as he spreads them apart.

"I only have two hours but you can come over if you want." I said curling Ashton's hair in my fingers.

"I'd love too and I have good news."

"What?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later. Right now I just want to be with you." He said kissing my wrists. I looked at his and saw small lines like cuts. I bit my lip and shut my eyes to pretend they weren't real.

"I love you, Ashton." I said rubbing my thumb across his scars. But unlike my internal scars his could be seen and I couldn't help but think I caused them.

A||N

Fave Quote:

"See you in hell, Hitler."

"I'd rather die."

+Longest chapter of my entire life

+ Greta's relationship with Hunter makes my life

+Hyland, Luke and Camille can all go die in a hole

+There will be a wedding scene for Camille and Max

+A Michael POV will be coming since I fucked up my two chappies a week schedule

+ Comment

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+ Watch Steal My F***ing Girl

+ It's not called Steal My F***ing Girl

+ There's no F***ing in it

+ Listen to 2 am by Anna Nalick

+ next Chapter will be a character update.

+ Iggy Iggy to big to be here stressin

+ How many of y'all hate me??

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