My alarm went off, making me groan and stretch my arm out to turn it off. I winced as I moved, the pain was horrible. This wasn’t the worst he had done to me, but it certainly wasn’t the least painful. I slowly sat up, examining my body.
My eyes bulged at the huge bruise on my thighs, stomach and arms. Luckily, he didn’t leave any marks on my face, so that’s a plus I guess. I sighed, not knowing how to cover the bruises on my legs up. My stockings ripped ages ago, and I never bothered to buy another pair. I sighed, knowing there was no way to cover it up.
I got ready for school, trying to move as little as possible. I heard the front door slam, knowing dad just left to go who knows where.
I could just imagine how everyone would react to my bruises, since they knew about my father. I somehow made it to the music room, not bothering to get my guitar, since I was in too much pain to go get it. I sighed, slumping down in a chair. Mrs. Jones wasn’t here, which meant I was alone, not that I was complaining or anything.
I sat there, wondering if anything was ever going to get better. Everyone hated me, and I was failing in all my subjects, except music. The bell eventually went, making me groan.
It took me double the time to get to class, which meant I was 20 minutes late. The teacher looked at me annoyed when I was late again, and gave me another detention. At least I won’t have to move or get picked on at lunch today.
I sat alone in the corner, trying to get rid of my headache. Suddenly the door burst open, and in came the principal with a boy next to him.
“Hello there Miss, sorry to disturb your lesson, but a new student is here to join this class. This is Ashton Irwin, please make him feel welcomed to this school,” then he left, closing the door behind him.
“Hello there Ashton, please take a seat, anywhere you want,” the teacher said sweetly.
Ashton’s eyes scanned the classroom, and his eyes landed on the seat next to me. He made his way to me, and he must’ve seen the horror in my eyes, because he stopped walking and looked at me confused.
I just looked down at my lap, embarrassed. He plonked down next to me, grinning widely,
“Hey there, my names Ashton, what’s yours?” he asked me sweetly.
“Natasha,” I mumbled, not looking up at him.
“Natasha eh? That’s a pretty name,” he said, smiling at me.
I blushed. This was the first compliment I’ve received for years.
He placed his feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair. I could tell he was going to easily be part of the popular group, you could tell by his personality and the way he acted. So it was best for me to not have anything to do with him.
“Ashton, please take your feet of the desk,” my teacher said, glaring at him.
“Nah, I like it like this,” he said back coolly.
“Ashton I’m warning you, if you don’t start behaving I’m going to have to give you a detention on your first day of school, you wouldn’t like that now would you?”
Ashton shrugged, “Sure go ahead, give me a detention, not like I care anyway,” popping some gum in his mouth. He offered the pack to me, “Want one?”
I quickly shook my head, this was not right.
“ASHTON, I know you’re new to this school, but you should know gum is banned,” the teacher said, glaring at him.
“K,” Ashton said, examining a scab on his elbow.
“THAT’S IT. YOU’VE GOT A DETENTION TODAY AT LUNCH.” I swear, this was the maddest I had ever seen this teacher.
Ashton just laughed, and smirked at her.
The bell went, and everyone quickly left the classroom. I was about to run out before Ashton grabbed my arm, making me wince.
“Hey I thought we were starting to become friends?” he asked.
I quickly shook my head, trying to get my arm out of his grip, only making his grip tighter. I clenched my jaw, he was holding the part of my arm with the bruise.
“Y-you don’t want to b-be friends with me,” I managed to whisper, looking down at the ground.
“Why not? You seem like a really cool person to hang with,” he questioned.
I tried to get my arm out of his grip, which just made him hold my arm even tighter, which I didn’t even know was possible.
“P-please, s-stop, you’re h-hurting me,” I whimpered. He instantly let go, looking at me worried.
“oh my god I’m so sorry, please don’t be mad at me,” he asked panicked, eyes wide with worry.
“I-it’s ok. Im use to it,’ I managed to whisper.
“at least let me sit with you at lunch today, I don’t want to be lonely.”
I nearly laughed at that. Him? Lonely? You could tell all the popular people wanted to be friends with him. I saw Luke looking like he was going to talk to Ashton, but decided not to when he saw Ashton talking to me.
“why would you be lonely? All the popular people will obviously want to be friends with you.” I sadly said.
“yeah well what if I don’t want to be friends with them? What if I don’t want to be some popular snobby stuck up kid? What now huh? Please just let me hang with you?” he asked, looking desperate.
I sighed, giving up.
“Fine, but I hang out in the music rooms during breaks, not outside.”
We started making out way there, me finding it difficult to catch up with him, since it hurt to walk.
I opened the music room door, to be greeted by Mrs. Jones. She grinned when she saw me, and her eyes lit up even more when she saw Ashton.
“Hello Natasha, and who is this boy? Did you make a friend?” she asked excitedly.
“I-“I started to say, but Ashton beat me to it.
“Yes, I am Natasha’s new friend. My names Ashton, Ashton Irwin. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he grinned.
Mrs. Jones looked delighted at the fact that I made a new friend today.
“well its nice too meet you ashton, I’m Mrs. Jones. I have some work to do so I’ll have to leave, but you’re free to stay here if you want.” She left the room quickly, leaving me and Ashton alone.
I so badly wanted to play my guitar, but I was too shy since Ashton was here.
I was about to say something when his eyes lit up.
“oh my god there’s a drum kit here?” he squealed, running towards the drums.
I almost laughed at his behaviour, he was like a little kid on Christmas.
He ran his fingers over the drums, eyes bright.
He started playing something, I don’t know what he was playing but it sounded amazing.
I stood there, amazed. I never thought he would be able to play an instrument.
He finished off with a bang, and I couldn’t help myself but to clap. I kept clapping until my hands hurt.
He grinned and bowed, making me smile.
He sat down next to me. “so what about you? Do you play any instruments?” he questioned.
I thought about it. He played the drums for me, so why can’t I play the guitar for him? I nodded, and went to the store room to get my guitar. I decided to just play give me love, since I had already played that before.
I nervously looked at him, suddenly having second thoughts about this. The only person who’s ever heard me play was Mrs. Jones, and that was after a whole year after meeting her. I haven’t even known ashton for half a day, yet i’m about to play my guitar in front of him, and I’ve also smiled at him.
I took a few deep breaths, and started playing. I didn’t need the book anymore, I had already learnt the song.
I eventually finished the song, slowly opening my eyes, expecting a horrified expression on Ashton’s face. But instead, he grinned wildly, and started cheering, clapping as loud and hard as he could.
I grinned, and jokingly took a bow. I was so glad Ashton came into my life.