Page 1 of Ashton
Chapter one
Ashton
Why are things in life so hard? One minute you are playing in the sandbox, and the next, you are sitting in your stupid Bio class pissed off because the kid you asked to finish your assignment didn’t fuckin’ do it, and now you’re looking at getting kicked off the swim team for sure. Stupid fucking cunt.
I’m gonna beat the shit out of Archie.
I wait for Prescott to show up as the professor and coach discuss my grades. You swear I was failing every single class. It’s one class. All I know is I’m hunting down Archie afterthis.
Prescott walks in, searching the room. His eyes land on me, the disappointment on his face is easy to read.
“Professor Normous, can you explain why I’m here?”
Norm-ass glares at me before turning to Prescott. “Yes, Ashton is failing, and we would like to discuss our options before we remove him from the swim team.”
Prescott rubs his face. “I see. Have you discussed all the options before kicking him off the team? I don’t know.” He shrugs. “Get him a tutor? It’s not that hard, Edward. I’m not sure why you had to drag me all the way down here when you could figure this out for yourself. You are the professor, after all, and you.” He points to Coach. “Grow the fuck up. We all know you hate my sons being on the team. You haven’t even tried to find out who tried drowning him. I should have you replaced.”
Oh, snap. Take that, you cunt.
Norm-ass’ face turns beet red. “Why should I tell him to get a tutor? He hasn’t even applied himself. We’re one month down, and he hasn’t even passed one test or assignment. Whose idea was it to place him in this class, Prescott?” he spits out.
Prescott chuckles. “Well, his transcript shows he was excelling well in Grovedale, so either they were lying, or you’re a shitty teacher. Which is it? Should I do a performance evaluation?”
Shit, here I thought Prescott didn’t care about me like that. I watch as the coach weasels closer to the door.
“I wouldn’t, Scott.”
I thinkthat’s the first time I’ve heard the coach’s first name.
“I have things to do. Obviously, this doesn’t include me anymore. When he gets his shit figured out, let me know.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “The he that you are referring to is standing here and had won you a gold fucking medal over the weekend. Dickhead.”
“Ashton, that’s enough,” Prescott barked. “You help him pass, or you’re both done. He stays on the team, and that’s final.” With that, he slams open the door and leaves.
“Well, you heard the man. I’m out until you figure your crap out.” I salute the fuckers and leave.
Ace is waiting, leaning against the wall, spinning his smoke in his fingers. A quizzical brow arching above his left eye. “Well? What did numbnuts have to say?”
“I don’t think they expected Prescott to go full Daddy mode on their ass. I stay on the team, and they have to do their jobs.”
He chuckles. “Good. How hard is it to teach a bunch of twenty-something-year-old assholes?”
“Hard. Dickhead.” I need a fuckin’ joint.
The sun damn near blinds me when we walk out of the campus. I dig into my pocket, pulling out my joint and tucking it between my lips.
“Have you heard from her yet?” Flicking my lighter, I close my eyes, inhaling deeply.
“Not since she kicked us out Sunday.” He rolls his eyes.
Someone is still slightly salty about getting kicked out of Jinx’s place. I don’t blame her. It freaked her the fuck out getting that text from Perv McGee. She wanted to meet him in the food court, but we all talked her out of it. There was no way in hell we were letting her go out there. Besides, how were we going to know who it was, and who’s to say he would show up?
“If you want to see her so badly, she has music. Go visit her.”
“I don’t want to distract her, and I’m trying to do better here.”
I bite back my laugh. “Sure ya are. Whatever you need to tell yourself. I gotta go find a nerd.”