Good Boy (Lashton)

Chapter 21

Ashton

"Oh my god Ashton what happened to your hand?" A voice asks rushing to my side an taking my casted hand in their own. To my surprise it's Luke.

"Nothing." I mutter, pulling my hand from his grip.

"Obviously you did something, it didn't just break on its own." Luke jokes, cracking a small chuckle. I just shake my head, pulling my sleeve over the cast and look away and turn back to my locker. "Are you going to band practice after school?" he asks, but I ignore him, shoving books into my bag. "What's your problem?" he snaps suddenly, making me jump, but I still say nothing and swing my bag over my shoulder and start walking away. "Ashton!" he calls after me, but I'm not in the mood to talk to him,especially since he's acting like nothing happened.

He grips my shoulder roughly and turns me around to face him.

"What?!" I spit at him, "What would Luke Hemmings possibly want from me?" I glare at him, noticing a couple people starting to glance in our direction.

"I just thought-"

"No, you didn't think. You dont think that maybe this is from your shit boyfriend who is using you by the way." I hold out my arm for example and don't even realize that I was yelling by this point. I feel the bile rising in my throat, the feeling of evil I fought all my life to keep down and my eyes are burning. My eyes are burning and my throat is sore because I'm losing it. I'm losing the best thing that's ever happened to me because my family sucks, my parents always fight and I have absolutely no relationship with either of them, and I had to go and cheat on Luke. I was drunk for fuck's sake. I don't even know why I'm still in this shit city, in this shit school where I don't like anyone anymore, and I don't know why I'm still with my shit family that barely knows I exists because they're so involved in arguing with each other all of the time. I thought there was someone to stay for, hell, I wanted there to be someone and wanted that someone to be Luke but I guess I was wrong, I was so fucking wrong I don't even know why I'm sill here. Nobody wants me here, so I might as well leave.

"Don't say that about him!" Luke snaps and I realize that he doesn't even want to talk with me. He wanted to just pick a fight because he could, but I just want to leave.

I turn and walk away with tears brimming my red eyes and ignore the chanting of people calling me a wimp or a chicken because they're young and have nothing better to do with their lives than to taunt others to bring themselves up. I don't turn to go to class, I just walk out the door and to my car and head home.

Luke

I don't know what happened. One minute I was talking, then we were arguing, then there was nobody. I assume he just went to class and soon I follow in suite and go to the same class. When I walk in, he isn't there. I frown and sit down in my usual place, away from my bully and try to pay attention to class. I text Calum, knowing he's probably doing some random shit that high school drop outs do. I ask him about Ashton, like if he's seen him or whatever because I'm kind of worried.

"No sry. Haven't tlked to him l8ly." is the reply.

"Can u c if he's at his house? I'm worried." and I slip my phone in my pocket just as the teacher turns back around and looks directly at me. My phone buzzes in my pocket but I don't have another chance to look at it until the bell rings.

"He's not there, sry." I groan and slam my locker closed rather loudly, earning a few looks from passerby's.

I end up finishing the day at school, getting very little work done. I go to his house despite the punishment I may receive from my father.

I knock on the door, gripping the strap of my messenger bag tightly as the door creeks open.

"Oh, it's you." Mrs. Irwin notes, in taken in her frazzled hair and dark bags under her eyes immediately. She's a completely changed woman since the last time I saw her.

"Hi Mrs. Irwin." I smile politely even though she's being a bitch. "Is Ashton in?" I ask her and she slouches over, her dirty, stained, robe now touching the disgusting floor.

"No. He left. Just like his fuck up father. Is that what all boys are like in this family? Fuck up fuck up fuck ups..." She rambles on, walking away and leaving the door open behind her. I walk in anyway, she doesn't seem like she would care, and I walk up to Ashton's room to see if he was there and I'm shocked at what I meet.

The room is bare.

There are no more posters on his walls, no sheets on his mattress, his book shelf is empty, the room is absolutely, positively, void of life.

a/n:

School starts soon and I'm going to cry bc I don't want to see Michael again (if you read the authors note at like one of the first chapters you know who he is)

And I'm just really upset and

I

Want to transfer schools I'm like crying

Anyway. Who likes the new cover? It's not what Ashton looks like..yet..oops.

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