Ashton Irwin undoubtedly, inevitably, hates me.
He always has, and he always will. I mean, I'm not complaining (okay, maybe I am), because it's always been that way. It's not like I'm desperate for his attention. I was never desperate for anyone's attention, really. One of the perks of being a shy kid.
Of course I don't know why Ashton hates me. He's, what, 2 years older than me? 3 at most? I'm only 18. I'm legal, and he can't hurt me. He's tried to, obviously, multiple times. But I never got seriously hurt.
There was always a parent walking in. Always a sibling in the room next to us. Always too much space and not enough time for him to show it.
And I like it that way.
We've - well, I - tried to befriend each other various times. Although, every time, he wouldn't budge. Once, I even bribed him with candy. He didn't take it. Apparently thinks he thinks the sugar content is too "high". Oh, please.
High sugar content, my ass.
Our parents have always been close. He acts normal around them. Mumbling a "Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Hood" every time he walks inside our household. I'll admit, he sure is a good actor. That I respect from him.
Because of our close families, Ashton and I have spent a lot of time together. Lots of wasted, silent nights spent in my room, with Ashton occasionally scoffing at my so-called "stupidity".
Well, I'm not stupid. He's just too smart.
By "too smart", I mean way too smart. He has a perfect 4.0 GPA in school and has maintained to keep it that way since middle school. I often wish I had his smarts, but I know I shouldn't (especially when I'm the nice one between the two of us).
I don't hate Ashton - envy him, maybe - but I don't hate him.
Calum Hood and I are doomed for eternity.
(Not that I'm complaining, I actually don't mind spending an eternity with Calum..) Even though Calum and I have never gotten along well together, I don't hate him. He probably thinks I do, though.
It's better off that way, isn't it?
I'm a nice guy. I think so, at least. I don't know why I'm so weird around Calum. I can't explain why, but I'm just "mean", per se, around him. (I teased Calum once for calling me "mean")
I don't know. Maybe I'm just not noticing it. Maybe I really am "mean".
Maybe I push everyone away.
"Ash," Mikey snaps his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. "You there? You've zoned out this whole time. Are you high or something?"
Just to get him back, I grab a fistful of fries from his bowl. (I don't even know why I did. I like to eat healthy). Michael snorts rudely at me, crossing his arms.
"I'd like to see you eat all of that, Irwin."
My hands release the fries back onto his plate, and I groan, giving him the finger. He returns the gesture and I glance at Calum, sitting with his friend, Luke.
He won't notice my staring, so I don't worry if I do right now. If he were to notice me, then I'd be embarrassed. I'd act as the Ashton he sees me as; Gruff, tough, and stubborn.
Calum's dark hair is straightened, as it usually is. His brown eyes are like chocolate, and his lips are full. I could barely see the small hole left when he'd taken his lip piercing out.
Before he can catch my glance, I look away, trying not to admit that I'm hopelessly, undoubtedly, inevitably in love with Calum Hood.
don't think that i hate mikey just bc he isn't in the cover. i thought the cover looked cool af, so i just left it as it is.