"Hey!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the doorframe and shoving his face up against the glass, trying to see in. "C’mon, asshole! My bag's in there. Let me in!"
He couldseethe jerk watching him from inside now. Hip leaned up against the lab assistant counter, one hand curved over the narrow lip running around the top as if he was… as if he waspressingsomething. Smirking, as if he found all thisamusing. As if he thought Ashton was ajoke.
Fingers numb with rage, Ashton fumbled for his phone, punching out a text that by all rights should've broken the screen.
WTF DUDE??!??
[ Logan ]:
Sorry man
I REALLY need to do this paper
TELL HIM TO LET ME IN
[ Logan ]:
Calm down, Ash
Get yourself that breakfast
I'll bring your bag back to the house myself
YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE
[Logan]:
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..
…
Go home Ash
You'll thank me for this later
Ashtonseethed, the inferno churning in his chest blown all the hotter as he watched that total jackass strut around the lab counter. He dropped into his chair as unconcerned as you please, taking out his phone as if Ashton wasn't even there.
"I fuckinghateyou!" Ashton shouted through the glass, vision going red as the bastard cupped his ear and made a scrunched upHuh?Face, then laughed, slapping the countertop in front of him as Ashton shoved repeatedly against the door handle, trying to get it to work.
He yelled in frustration, stalking out of the little entrance area created by the double set of doors, pacing around in a tight circle.
Fuck that guy. And fuck Logan too. Coward. Assigning him and Oz to the same room was a mistake. Now that stupid nerd's gone and ruined him.
It was a lost cause to stay here. Even he could see that, watching as a trio of students approached. Of fucking coursetheydidn't have any problems getting into the lab, that jackass probably laughing his butt off even as…
Ashton spun on his heel, considering the softly closing door. Quickly he scanned around him for —
Ah,there— a pair of tall goth girls he'd usually be making a pass at. Just now he was studiously pretending to ignore them, head down. Walking casually behind them as they tapped their IDs against the sensor, the light turning green…
"'Scuse me, sorry," Ashton mumbled as he barged past them and back into the lab, slapping his hands on the countertop right in front of the asshole with the pink hair.
"Call security," the bastard said to the other guy at the counter, who'd already put down the thick book he'd been reading and picked up the ancient handset phone sitting between them.
"Oh, you aresofired!" Ashton hissed at the jerk, slamming his finger down on the phone's receiver and hanging up. "Do you know who I am?!?"
"¿Un idiota buscando su pueblo?" the guy muttered, and…
