Okay hey. So uh, the second chapter?
Sorry i'm awkward af.
I sit in the back by the window with my head down.
Everyone starts piling into the class and soon the teacher follows.
She smiles, "Okay class today we've got a new student. Please come in."
All eyes go to the door, except mine. I don't think I can turn my head without crying out in pain.
I hear murmurs and talking.
"Oh god he's cute."
"I'd tap that."
"I like his hair."
"Who is he?"
I look up finally.
"Class calm down, you can sit anywhere you'd like." Mrs. Dayton says and the kid looks around for a seat. He's about to walk over to me but a holler from the far back catches his attention and I peer back and notice that it was Michael and his group.
The guy walks over to them and sits beside Michael who pushes Tony out of his seat beside him so Tony pushes Chris out of his seat and he kicks a girl out of hers and she sits on his lap.
They start talking and laughing about god knows what.
The teacher passes out worksheets for us to do and I finish mine almost as soon as I get it. Yeah I'm pretty smart when it comes to anything that has to do with school. My lowest mark is 94%.
After a couple minutes I hand it in and she smiles at me and I look at the ground with a frown etched on my face as I make my way back to my seat.
The bell rings after a while of me just sitting there wishing I was some place else. I pull at my sweater sleeve and start picking up all my books.
I shut my locker closed and go to my next class.
I slowly walk in, and go right over to the bleachers.
Mrs. Greets looks over at me with a sad smile. She walks over to me and sits beside me.
"Hi Ashton. How are you?" She asks even though I don't talk to anyone.
I shrug my shoulders looking down at my black vans.
"Anything you want to say? Tell me? I'm here for you and you know it Ash." She says putting her hand on my shoulder. I give her a tiny smile.
Mrs. Greets is one of my favourite people. She smiles back before walking away and back to the group of assholes- I mean classmates. Yeah, classmates.
I sigh as she starts telling them about today's lesson plan and crap.
I feel someone sit beside me and I look to my left slightly to see that new kid, I never got his name. He's got big brown eyes that reminds me of a puppy.
He smiles at me. "Hey! I'm Calum." He says really cheery.
I look down at my hands and tug at my sleeves again, ignoring his stare.
"You don't say much do you?" He says then giggles after. Yes I said giggles, like who the hell giggles?
"Well that's okay because I love to talk and I would love to have someone to talk to. But that's totally okay if you don't want to talk because I'll fill in for your non talking persona." He rambles on and I give him a weird look but can't help but give him a tiny smile.
The bell rings and he grins at me saying bye and literarily bounces out of the gym. I'm being serious. He's like a damn bouncy ball.
I shake my head and walk out towards the cafe. I get a carton of milk and an apple because well, might as well get something in me- I go to the far corner of the room to one table I always go to.
I sit down and take out my phone seeing I've got no new messages (shocker -_-) and I sigh.
"Why don't you talk?"
I jump when I hear a voice I've never heard before.
I look around and see no ones paying attention to me.
Maybe I'm just imagining it or it was directed to someone else.
"Kinda figured you wouldn't answer me. Well, I could always wish right? Fuck I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you or anything."
There it is again and I'm pretty fucking sure it's talking to me. Or him. He's talking to me.
"Who're you?" I whisper to myself. Then I realize I'm talking to myself. "I'm going crazy. I'm talking to myself."
"Hell your not crazy and I'm just not suppose to tell you. I know that made no sense but I never make sense. You'll get use to it. Well I hope you will." The voice says.
I grip my hair and shake my head. "No, no, no, no, no. Stop please." I clench my eyes shut hoping the voice will go away.
"And what do we have here? Little Asshton all alone again. Why ya shaking your head? Crazy?" Michael stalks over along with Chris, Tony and shit- Calum. The whole cafe stops to see what he'll do.
I gulp and meet Calum's eyes who looks like he's confused.
"Tell them to go away. There just assholes anyway. That's what you always call them. Well not to there faces other wise you'd probably die and we don't want that. Well I don't want that. I know you have other opinions on that." The voice says and I try to block him out.
"Ooh, you know I heard milk is good for you." Michael say sitting on the table beside me and he picks up my carton of milk, swishing it around. It's over half full still.
The others smirk all but Calum who still looks confused.
Michael slowly opens the carton looking in it to see how much is left, which is a lot. He gives me a side smirk as an evil glint comes in his eyes.
He gets up and walks over to where I'm sitting and I freeze as he wraps his arm around my shoulder just like old times.
"You know, if I were you I'd sack him with my elbow just saying." The voice says and I can almost hear the scowl in his voice.
I try and block him out again and I shrug Michael's arm off me.
"Well that's rude." Michael says sarcastically.
He stands up sighing. "Well I'm done with you. I've just got a farewell gift for you my dearest Asshton." Then he tips the carton over my head so it goes all over the place.
"I'm gonna kill him." Is all the voice says. Let's just that he sounds pissed.
The whole cafe gasps and then laughs.
I look up to meet Calum's eyes. He looks like he's about to cry but then Michael says something to him making him force a smile as him and the others walk away.
I jump off my seat and run out of the cafe crying.
"He doesn't deserve having the fact that he had the chance to be friends with you." He says and I run into the last stall, the mocking laughter from the cafe following me everywhere I go.
I curl into a ball and let it all out.
God this sucks.
What did I ever do to Michael to make him like this? Or to anyone?
I bet you Calum's gonna turn into one of them by the end of the week.