4. Ashton's POV
I finally realized. It wasn't the boys's fault they hated me. It was mine. When I heard chairs rustling, I knew my bully's were here. I looked up to see them all smiling evilly at me. "So how's our favorite grandpa killer today?" Liam said. "Excuse me?!" I said loudly. Everyone stopped talking and looked at us. "What did you say bitch?!" Liam said. I was so mad. Why would the boys tell him about my dad dying?! You see, my grandpa died saving me from a robber that broke into our house when I was 11. "That's what I thought!" They walked away to their usual table and everyone started talking again. I got up and mad walked to their table. Liam saw me and said,"Ooh, someone's fighsty tod-" but I cut him off. I punched him right in the face again and again and again. I stood back as the blood poured from his nose. "You will not talk to me like that! You don't know a thing about me and I'm sick and tired of you thinking that you do!" I punched him again. "My grandpa passed away saving me from someone that broke into my house when I was little!" Punch "I'm not taking your freaking crap anymore!" The cafeteria was silent except for my sobs. "Ash we-" "Save it." I walked out the double doors and in to the hallway. I slid my back down the wall and cradled myself as I cried into my knees.