My Brothers Best Friend // Michael Clifford

'So you beat him up?'

Gemma's POV
After I heard Ashton slam the front door, fresh tears sprung to my eyes, for goodness sake Ashton, why did he have to be so protective, what if he got himself hurt. My eyes felt heavy and I could sense my body relaxing into my bed, resisting the urge to to fall asleep I stood up to change, but all I remember next is falling onto something soft.

I woke up in a ball on the floor, my duvet only just covering my feet, I hadn't managed to change last night as I woke up in the dress I had worn yesterday. Memories of last night now flooded my head, my mind burning with the image of Toby and Jessica together, their tongues down each other's throats, more tears threatened and I ran to the bathroom, switching the shower on and peeling off my dress.

I stood under the cascading water, contemplating what I should now do. Do I call her? She is, well was my best friend, I don't know what to think right now, she knew how much I liked him, maybe even loved him yet she kissed him. I growled in frustration, thinking out possible situations in my head. Maybe this is a good thing, I'm starting college next week, a fresh start may be just what I need.

I'm not sure how long I was in there for, but I soon heard Ashton banging on the door demanding a shower. Sighing, I stepped out, wrapping a towel around my head and shrugging my dressing gown on, I side stepped out of he way as Ashton barged past me the moment I opened the door. Momentarily I forgot the events of last night, it wasn't until he locked the door when I realised he went to see Toby, what happened. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and decided to get dressed. Whilst I was drying my hair, I could feel my nerves growing, what did Ashton do?

The moment the shower stopped I jumped off of my bed, waiting for him to come out. Moments later he stepped into my room, a towel tucked around his waist running his fingers through his damp hair. 'So what the hell happened' I almost screamed, my patience running out. He looked up at me, 'I just, introduced him to my fists, that's all,' he said grinning, 'Ashton!' I exclaimed. 'Don't act so surprised sis, what did you expect me to do, nothing?' He responded, at the same volume as me. 'He hurt you,' he then added in a whisper, creeping closer to my bed and perched on the end, as if he was scared at how I was going to react. I sighed slowly, 'So you beat him up?' I questioned, trying to stop myself from smiling. 'Yup' he replied, popping the p, a smirk now present on his face. And with that he left. Now satisfied that he hadn't got himself hurt, I stalked over to my wardrobe grinning.

I pulled on a black pair of ripped skinny jeans, and a white tank top, picking up my leather jacket which was hanging off the door, I sat down in front of the mirror, applying a thin line of eyeliner and coating my lashes in mascara, I brushed powder over my cheeks to add colour to my ghost like complexion. I pulled my blonde curls out of my face, restraining them with a hair tie in a tight pony tail. Today I decided I would start to make a few changes, starting with my hair, I stared at my reflexion in the mirror. I've always been so bored with the colour, as a blonde my skin looked so pale and boring, I wanted to brighten it up. I bounced down the stairs in a surprisingly good mood waving a small greeting at my mum and strode out of the house, twirling my car keys in my fingers. During the short drive to the hairdresser I tapped my fingers to all of the songs that played on the radio, carelessly singing along as loud as I could, gaining a few strange glances from passers by in the process.