Just a Reject (Luke Hemmings)

~Sometimes, the things that make your life worth living, are also the reasons why your life isn't worth living~


9. Chapter 8

I didn’t know where Ash was taking me, until I heard Mrs. Jones’ voice.

“Oh my! What happened? Why aren’t you in class,” Mrs. Jones said, panicking.

I looked up, seeing that Mrs. Jones had a free period right now.

Ash gently put me down, as Mrs. Jones rushed to me. She saw the bruises on my arms, and froze. I looked down, ashamed.

Ash gently pulled my shirt up, revealing all the ugly bruises on my stomach. His eyes widened, while Mrs. Jones looked like she was about to cry.

“I want to hear the story again, but this time, from your point of view,” he said quietly.

So I told him.

I told him, from the very start, to today. I didn’t even realise I was crying when I finished.

Ash gently wiped my tears away, wrapping me in his jumper.

The bell went, meaning it was lunch time. Both Ash and I had a detention, so we waved goodbye to Mrs. Jones and made our way to the detention room.

We sat in silence, not having anything to say to each other. Suddenly I felt Ash grab my hand, gently squeezing it, as if he was saying ‘don’t worry, I’m right here.’ I smiled, and squeezed his hand back.

We stayed that way until detention was over, and I started making my way to the music rooms until Ashton stopped me.

“I really don’t wanna be here anymore, let’s go to my house yeah?” he asked.

I didn’t really see the harm in it, since my dad wouldn’t care if I ditched, and it’s not like I wanted to be here.

“Sure, just let me say goodbye to Mrs. Jones first.” We made our way back to the music room, saying goodbye to Mrs. Jones.

After that we made our way to Ash’s car. Ash opened the door for me like a gentleman, making me gently giggle.

We drove in silence, finally reaching his house. It was a decent sized house, decorated with beautiful colourful flowers. Ash unlocked the door and walked in, me nervously following him.

“MUM I’M HOOOOOOME,” Ash shouted, throwing his bag on the couch. I gently put my bag down near the door, nervously waiting for a response.

“IN THE KITCHEN,” a voice shouted back. We made our way to the kitchen, following the amazing smell. We were greeted by a kind looking lady, who was cooking a meal.

“I thought school ended in one and a half hours,” she asked Ash, frowning.

“yeah it does, it’s just that there were too many idiots there for me to handle in a day,” Ash responded, shrugging.

His mum nodded understandingly, suddenly looking at me. I blushed, looking down.

“And whose this lovely lady?” she asked.

“Ah yes, this is Natasha, my new friend,” Ash said, grinning.

“Lovely to meet you Mrs. Irwin,” I said, shyly.

She laughed loudly. “Please, just call me Anne, Mrs. Irwin makes me feel old,” she said, chuckling.

“Ok Anne, nice meeting you,” I called to her, as Ash dragged me upstairs.

He opened the door to his room, and flopped down on his bed. I gently sat down, looking around. His room was covered in many band posters. I barely knew any of the people on the posters.

Ash propped himself up on his elbows, facing me.

“So Natasha, would you mind if I called you Tash, or maybe, Tashy?” he asked.

“sure, why not,” I said, shrugging.

He grinned. Suddenly, his face lit up.

“I KNOW, LETS PLAY 20 QUESTIONS,” he suggested enthusiastically.

I laughed, agreeing to play.

An hour had passed, and we were only up to the 10th question.

“favourite colour?”

“Red. Birthday?”

“July 19th.”

Ashton’s eyes widened. “wait, isn’t that next week!?” he shouted.

I shrugged. “guesso.” To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday. After all, nothing happens. Dad doesn’t even remember my birthday, and I highly doubt anyone at school would greet me a happy birthday.


“Ashton,” I said, cutting him off. “you don’t have to do any of that for me. Its fine. I’m use to people not remembering my birthday, so you just saying happy birthday to me on the day would be enough for me.”

“that doesn’t mean we cant celebrate thought. Oh my god this is going to be so fun,” he said excitedly.

We just hung out for the rest of the afternoon, messing around with each other, until Anne called us, saying dinner was ready.

Ash ran downstairs, while I collected my stuff, thinking this was a good time for me to leave. When I got downstairs, ash was already seated at the table, stuffing his face with spaghetti. I laughed as he got sauce all over his face. He grinned back at me, but his face fell when he saw me holding all my stuff.

“Y-your leaving? Already?” he asked, sadly.

“Uhm, yeah. I just thought I should leave now, since you guys are having dinner.”

“No, no, please stay. I purposely made more spaghetti than usual so you could have some. Please, come join us,” Anne said, smiling.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if dad would get mad. But still, since when did he start caring about me. So I smiled and joined Ash and Anne at the table.

“LAUREN, HARRY, COME ON, DINNERS READY,” Anne shouted, as two pairs of feet came running down the stairs.

I sat there, confused. Lauren? Harry? Who were they?

Suddenly, a young boy and girl came, sliding into a seat. They both looked at me, confused.

“Mum, who is this?” the little boy asked.

The girl continued to stare at me.

“Ah yes, this is Natasha, Ash’s new friend,” Anne said, smiling. “And this is Harry and Lauren, my other two children.”

Suddenly, Harry got out of his seat, making his way towards me. He stuck his hand out, waiting for me to shake it.

I slowly took his hand, and he started wilding shaking my hand. He started laughing, making me laugh too.

“Hi I’m Harry, are you Ash’s girlfriend?” he asked.

I blushed, my eyes widening.

“N-no, I’m not. I’m just a friend. Nothing more,” I stuttered.

“Oh, ok,” he said, running back to his plate of spaghetti.

“Hi I’m Lauren, nice to meet you,” she said sweetly.

“I’m Natasha, also nice to meet you,” I said back, smiling.

We stayed at the table, just talking and laughing. After about an hour, Ash turned to me.

“Hey Tash, would you like to stay the night here?” Ash asked, looking hopeful.

My eyes widened. I would love to stay here, but I really don’t know how my father would react.

“erhm. Sure.” I said, smiling weakly. “Just let me go get some clothes from home,”


i am so sorry tht this chapters rly boring, im just rly upset and angry right now and hav nothing else to do.

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