Bad Blood

"You broke my trust. I can't trust you again."

"I'm sorry. You're more important to me than anything. I miss you."

{One in Song Series}


8. 0.7

I hated break even more than I hate school and that's saying something. Ashton and I were stuck in the house until the last coupleof days. We weren't allowed to talk to each other while we did the work his parents gave us. I hated that. They gave us so much work a day that when we were done, we would fall asleep before we could even hang out. Now I know how parents feel.

I collapse on my bed, my arms above my head. Ashton comes in and lays down next to me. We look at each other and I close my eyes. I feel his hand move my hair from my face.

"Sorry I got you into trouble." I say.

"Don't be. I wanted to go with you, you didn't force me." Ashton says. "Anyway, I overheard my parents talk about your birthday tomorrow. They have something planned for you."

I look at him.

"It's not a party. I already told tem you don't want a party." He says.

I nod, staying quiet. Even though I know he said no party, there'll be one anyway. After all, I am turning seventeen and you only do that once. Unless you get reincarnated.

His parents come up and into the room. "Ashton probably told you about tomorrow. We invited Mae to come and she is." Anne says. "You'll get the day off, but only because it's your birthday."

I nod. "I really am sorry." I say. His mom just looks at me before leaving.

"I get it. You're a teenager. Teenagers want to ditch. I've been trying to get her to make it less harsh." His dad says.

I don't say anything. What am I supposed to say? His dad leaves, leaving us in my room. It still seems weird to call it my room even though I've been here for a couple weeks.

"Don't Jasmine. I know what you're thinking. I told you this before and I'll repeat it as many times as I have to. None of this is your fault. What your dad did, what Calum did, and us getting in trouble, none of this is your fault." Ashton says.

I look over at him and nod. "I wasn't thinking that Ash."

"What were you thinking about then?" He asks, sitting up.

I sit up. "How I've been here for a couple weeks. It's strange to think that I lost a best friend and moved out to live with another friend. How a lot has changed in less than a month."

"I have to agree with you on that, but Jas, you matured a lot as well with this change. Most wouldn't have spoken up about it at all to their friends. You told someone and then you told us-"

"Only because you wouldn't have dropped it if I didn't." I interrupt.

"Yes, but we only did it to find out how we could help. We stuck by your side throughout everything." Ashton says. I smile. He brings me into a hug.


At dinner, it's silent as it was for all of the week. I keep my gaze anywhere that isn't up. I push my food around, eating here and there. I glance up quickly and see Ashton looking at me.

'You okay?' He mouths. I nod. He looks at me before he looks down, thinking that I'm telling the truth.

I hate that I'm becoming more dependent on people. I never depended on someone except for Calum who I would always confide in.

When dinner ends, I get to work to washing and drying the dishes, while Ashton puts any extra food into containers. We don't talk, I'm too tired and not in the mood to get in trouble. Again.

Someone knocks and I ignore it. Ashton must've looked up since I hear his giggling. The knocking comes again and I look up, nearly screaming. Popping their faces up, Luke and Michael smile. I glare at them and Ashton heads to the back door, opening it for them.

"What are you doing?" I ask, my voice rising.

"Calm down Jas. I'll take the fall for this one." Ashton says.

I turn my attention back to doing these stupid dishes. Would I like to hang out with Luke and Michael? Sure, now that I know they aren't completely annoying. But I don't want to get Anne more furious than she already is at me.

"Ashton, if your mom found out-"

"If I find what out? That you have friends over?" Anne asks, cutting me off and startling me.

"Mrs. Irwin, I can explain." I start, but Ashton stops me.

"It's my fault mom. Jasmine was trying to get them to leave, but I didn't listen." Ashton says. I look between them.

"Sorry to intrude Mrs. Irwin. We'll come back another time." Luke says. So he does have manners. I was beginning to think he didn't have any.

Mrs. Irwin nods approving of their choice. The boys leave and head back to their house. His mom looks at us and I can feel myself starting to get intimidated.

"You can go Jasmine." Mrs. Irwin says, glancing at me. I nod and scamper off, almost tripping over my feet. When I get to the top of the stairs, I stay there, listening.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I just thought that if Jasmine saw a couple friendly faces, she'd be happier." Ashton says.

"That doesn't mean you open the door! No friends over means no friends over!" Anne yells. "You should've listened to Jasmine when she told you to have them leave! This is a reason why your father and I won't leave you for a weekend!"

I hear the sound of a hit and I wince. That had to hurt. I scramble back, heading to my room when I hear footsteps. I close my door and act like I've been doing my homework that I never touched.

"You can stop pretending Jas." Ashton says. He's standing in the doorway, an ice pack to his cheek.

"I should leave." I state.

Ashton looks at me, his expression showing confusion and shock. "Why?"

"Ever since I came, you started to get in trouble. I'm someone that finds trouble without looking for it." I say. I head over to the closet where my bag is. I start to pack it, determined.

"Jas, everything I do, every choice I make, I do it myself. I know that mom would be mad at me for half the choices I made without her knowing, yet I did them anyway. I did them because your my best friend Jas. You've always been my best friend and always will be." Ashton says. I look at him, but my decision doesn't change.

"I'll stay for tomorrow, but tomorrow night, I'm leaving." I say. Ashton nods, putting his hands in his pockets.

I push him out so I can get some privacy. When he leaves, I close the door and slide my back down it. I hate that I keep bringing pain to everyone that I love.


That night, as I'm pretending to read, someone knocks on the door. I look up and everyone looks confused. Who'd come over here at this time of night?

Anne gets up and heads to the door. She comes back with a soaking wet Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford.

"Five minutes you four." Anne says, looking at us sternly. We nod.

"Sorry we got you two in trouble." Luke says. "Your mom called ours and, well, she wasn't pretty happy."

"But we didn't know. Honest. Mom made us get flowers to give to you as an apology." Michael says. He holds the flowers out and Ashton takes them. He walks to the kitchen, probably to put them in a vass. Probably because this is Ashton we're talking about here. He'd probably stick them in the toilet or something to water them.

"Mom says thanks and to tell yours that she loves them." Ashton says coming back.

The boys nod. "So, um, we heard it's your birthday tomorrow." Michael says, uncomfortable.

"Yes, you can come." I say, not in the mood. All I want is to be in a nice, comfy bed where I can sleep my problems away.

Luke stares at me.

"We should get going." Michael says. Luke nods and I walk them to the door.

"Remember what I said Jasmine. You can come to me whenever." Luke mumbles as he leaves. I nod, even though he won't see me nodding.

I didn't forget. I just don't want to open up to any more people who aren't necessary. Especially to someone I don't trust or don't know that easily.

I walk back into the living room to pick up the book that I wasn't reading. Instead of sitting down to read it, I head upstairs, putting the book away.

I lie on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tomorrow, I'm no longer going to be sixteen. Thinking about being seventeen frightens, but also relaxes me. I'd be one year older, one year closer to moving out and doing what I want legally. I already know that on my last night of being seventeen, my bags will be packed and I'm leaving this place behind, dropping out of school, everything. I want to forget about the place that made my life miserable. The problem with that plan is that I'm leaving my mom, Mae, and Ashton behind.

The stars catch my eye and I get up. Walking over to the window, I find a star and make a wish. It's probably stupid for a sixteen year old to be making wishes on stars, but it reminds me how my dad used to act, how I used to have a family.

"Starlight, star bright. The first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight." I say quietly. Please let me have one more chance with my mom, my family. Please, especially with tomorrow my birthday. I wish. I look up at the stars. I probably look stupid right now, kneeling with my hands folded in front of me.

I get up and sit on my bed, looking at my hands. The bed dips on ome side and I look up.

"Come on Jas." Ashton says. "Get up. It's your last night as a sixteen year old."

He stands up and tugs at my hands. I look at the floor and my sleeves. Please don't rise up. I silently beg. My right sleeve rises and the fresh cuts are visible. Ashton drops my left hand and touches the new scars on my right wrist.

"Why Jas? You were doing so well." Ashton says.

"For a week Ash. That's the longest I've been." I say quietly. I pull my hand from Ashton's hold and tug the sleeve down.

"When did you do it?" He asks.

"A couple days ago. Ash, I need some kind of blade around me to help me feel better. Sometimes just holding on helps-"

"But other times you end up cutting yourself. Jas, I tell you this all the time and I mean it. You're stronger than this. Beat the blade and the urge." Ashton tells me. "Mae and I both believe in you, so all you have to do now is believe in yourself. Think you can Jas?"

I nod slowly and cautiously. Ashton smiles and hugs me. I crack a smile and with my arms, wrap them around his.

"What did I do to deserve a best friend like you?" I ask.

"Being awesome." Ashton replies.

I laugh and lean back against him, which is how we ended up falling alseep.

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