The Bad boy, the baby and Me

3. I wanted to hookup?

Ashton had the nerve to look confused before the usual smirk took over his face.

"So, 'sup crazy?" he asked, nodding at my direction as if we had known each other since diaper days.

I could only gape at him incredulously. Too many thoughts tangled in my mind and made it hard for me to function.

When he realized I was not going to speak any time soon, he took the matters in his own hands.

He leaned against the wall of shame and gave me a sexy lopsided grin, which only led my mouth to fall open more widely.

Wait, what? Sexy grin? No. It was wicked. Definitely wicked.

"Look, crazy, if you wanted me so bad, you just had to ask..." he started.

By this point of time, I am sure; my mouth was widely open enough to swallow the whole galaxy.

But Ashton being Ashton, remained totally unfazed and continued, "Although, you are not my usual type," his gaze travelled down my body, "but seeing as you are so desperate, I can make an exception."

Was Ashton freaking Sylvester for real? How dare he? How dare he prank text me and call me to this cursed place and then, go about insulting me? What twisted fantasy of his gave him the idea that I would want him?

Then, suddenly, realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

Of course, I should have connected the dots earlier. He called me here to lure me in his hook up trap. That's what boys like him do. He must have thought that I was like his usual conquests and would throw myself at him the moment I saw him walking up to me. Then, he would get rid of me faster than you can say "hookup" and parade around the school, proud of himself for trapping another innocent girl.

Well, Ashton Sylvester was clearly more of a dumb, delusional and egotistical jerk than I gave him credit for. If he thought that I was an 'easy' girl, then, he had another thing coming...

Until now, I had endured him silently, because I was too muddle headed to say anything. But now, since, everything was making sense; I would make Ashton regret the day he was born into this world.

Ashton was still leaning against the wall, his eyes trained on me. I met his gaze and gave him the sweetest fake smile I could muster and approached him.

His eyebrows furrowed for a millisecond before a smug expression settled over his face.

Good. He had let his guards down...

As soon as I was close enough, I wasted no time and pounced on him. it was pretty difficult, considering he was a giant of six ft. something, at least a foot taller than me, but I gave my best and succeeded.

Taken by surprise, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with me on top of him.

"Whoa, whoa..." he exclaimed, startled.

Before he could register what was happening, I strangled his torso with my legs and brought up my claws (my hard grown nails) to scratch his handsome, flawless face.

But, of course, this is Ashton freaking Sylvester, we are talking about. He didn't have that athletic body for nothing. Before my nails could connect with his cheek, he caught both of my hands in a strong hold and easily untangled his body from beneath me. Then, in a blink of an eye, he turned us around, so that now, he was on top of me, strangling me.

I struggled to free my hands from his hold but he tightened his grip and pinned them above my head. He leaned down until he was impossibly close to me and his breath was fanning my face.

Up this close, my senses were invaded by his delicious citrusy smell, which was creating a haze in my mind. His eyes were a wonderful hue of the colors blue and green, with purplish flecks swirling in them. They were so vivid, rich, enchanting and captivating, that I couldn't tear away my gaze even if I wanted to.

Damn! I was so done for. I willed myself to ignore our proximity and focus on the matter at hand.

"You really are crazy!" he exclaimed, and broke the trance I had fallen into.

I scoffed, "I am crazy? I am crazy? If you think that, then you need help, dude."

"Well, you did call me here. I thought you were trying to hook up with me but now I see, you wanted to kill me. Tell me crazy, what did I ever do to you?"

"Are you frickin' kidding me right now? First of all, you are the one who called me here and secondly, I don't think you need me to tell you what you did to me."

Ashton raised an eyebrow, a perfectly arched eyebrow which would put any girl's eyebrow to shame. "I called you here?"

I huffed at his dramatics, "As if you don't know. Don't try to deny it, now."

"No, really. I thought you called me here." he pressed.

It was my turn to raise an eyebrow at him, "In the name of everything that's chocolaty, why would I do that?"

"Because you wanted to hook up...or kill me...I don't know." He said, heasitantly.

"Stop it, now, Ashton, really. You are a bad liar." I said, glaring at him.

At this point, Ashton released me and stood up. He dusted his clothes and fished out his phone from his back pocket.

I stood up as well. Ashton shoved his phone in my face. I frowned at his antics and peeked at the screen. It was a message thread. They were from the same unknown number that had texted me. The messages were similar, except that they said that his name was going to be 'removed' from the wall of shame.

Wow, confusing much?

I quickly fished out my own phone and showed the messages to Ashton.

He read them and pursed his lips. "Some asshole is messing with us."

I didn't want to agree with him on anything, but, I had to.

"Who would do this and what could be their motive?" I wondered, aloud.

"I don't know about motive, but if I get my hands on them, I will make sure that they don't live to see another day."

I rolled my eyes. "You are over reacting. It was just a prank. You don't need to kill someone for that."

Ashton's eyes bored into mine. "Really? I beg to differ. Minutes ago, you were ready to kill me when you thought I was the prankster."

I blushed furiously. Crap! He had a point. But, it was not entirely my fault...

"You were the one who wouldn't stop babbling about how I want you and blah blah blah." I defended.

"That's because, I thought you called me here. And, you are a girl..." he trailed off.

"And?" I prompted.

"And, girls always want only one thing from me...so, yeah." He muttered solemnly, scratching his neck, adorably.

I don't know why, but, I felt bad for him.

"If what you are saying is true, then, it means that girls only want you for hook ups and I would say that's pretty pathetic. And, besides, not all girls are same, you have just not met a real girl, I would say."

He raised his head and gave me a look that clenched my heart. It was the first time; I was seeing him so vulnerable, all his feelings bared on his face. He was angry, no doubt, but, he was also sad and lonely.

Shit! Why did I have to say that? That's the reason I kept my mouth shut if it could be helped. I probably made him feel like crap.

I cleared my throat and attempted to change the subject "Anyways, everything aside, we should dwell on the culprit. I have a feeling; they are not going to show their face anytime soon."

Ashton looked like he wanted to strangle me alive for what I had said earlier but he let it go.

He took a deep breath and then, nodded, "I think we should-"

He was interrupted when our phones pinged together. Our heads snapped at the same time and we gave each other a knowing look. It had to be that unknown pisser.

We checked our phones.

Don't even think about reporting or telling anyone, kids. The game has not even started.

Ashton and I raised our heads to look at each other.

"Okay, now, I feel like this is getting out of hand."

Ashton looked like he was at the end of his temper. "Who do they think they are? I am seriously going to bash the fuc-"

"Language, please." I cut him off.

He rolled his eyes.

Before we could say anything else, we heard a noise. The noise of a crying baby.

"What the actual frick is going on here?" Ashton growled. I didn't miss how he used the PG-13 version of the universal cuss word, this time.

I motioned for him to stay quiet and tried looking for the source of the noise. It was quiet close, but not in plain sight. I followed the sound to the bushes and what I saw behind the bushes had my eyes popping out of their sockets and questioning everything that had occurred in the last hour.

Lying behind the bushes, in a big basket, was a baby, crying with all the strength it had in its little tiny body.