Before fame; a 5sos fanfic

Chapter 6

Ashton:

I love Clarissa. I think I'm in love with her. I told her that I loved her once before, but she didn't think anything of it. She thought I just meant it in the friend sense, but she was wrong. She means so much to me, and she has no freaking idea. She's perfect. I know that everyone says 'nobody is perfect', but Clarissa just is. She doesn't know it, and that makes her that much better. She's gorgeous, but she doesn't know it. She's not full of herself, doesn't really like to talk about herself. She hates people taking pictures of her and never takes selfie pictures of herself like the rest of the girls in school did, with their lips puckered and their cleavage showing. She was a really nice girl. She didn't hesitate to stand up for people, people that she didn't even know. Once, some freshmen with big glasses was getting thrown against his locker over and over again by some jock, who was much bigger than him. Clarissa just walked up to the asshole and punched him in the face. He didn't really seem hurt, just surprised, until she kicked him in the nuts. He groaned and fell over. The kid thanked her and scurried off. Clarissa chased after him to make sure he was okay and left the jock there, on the floor, groaning. The bystanders were cheering and clapping. I ran after Clarissa, but not before kneeling down in front of the jock.

"I want you to listen closely. No getting revenge, you hear me? If you hurt her, or anyone else for that matter, you're gonna regret it. Asshole." He had just laughed at me and got up, walking away with as much confidence as he could muster. He was walking weird, like his balls hurt. I wonder why?

I caught up with Clarissa and grabbed her shoulder. She was leaning against the wall of the school, breathing hard. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were rosy.

"What happened, Clarissa? What's wrong?" She didn't answer, just shook her head. She wouldn't meet my eyes. I kissed her forehead and pulled her into a hug. She wrapped her arms around me, so tight I could barely breathe. After telling her this, she laughed and apologized, but didn't let me go. She was so cute. I liked being the only one there for her, liked her arms around me, liked her needing me. We sat there with our arms around each other, heads brurried in each other's necks. After a couple minutes, some grumpy looking muscular kid came up behind us and cleared his throat. Neither me nor Clarissa moved. He tapped my shoulder repeatedly, until I finally turned around. He raised an eyebrow at Clarissa and smirked, but his eyes were a little sad, or maybe they were let down. He looked like some bad boy gangster wannabe.

"So...what? Are you guys...like, together now?" Clarissa looked ready to protest, but I nodded my head before she could say or do anything. She looked at me incredulously, her mouth hanging open, not seeing that I was trying to help her. I winked at her and turned back to Mr. Muscles.

"Well, we're not really together. But, it's really none of your business, is it? I want you, and all of your friends, to lay off. Leave the poor girl alone, alright?" He smirked with a disgusted look on his face.

"Oh, I see how it is. You're taking.... advantage of her or some shit in her pained state. All of us boys are getting to her, and you're making her feel... better. Is that it?" He was smirking again, but his eyes looked mad. Clarissa was shaking her head, eyes wide. To be honest, it kind of hurting to see her react that way when someone thought we were dating. Well, technically, he hadn't thought we were dating. He thought we were... yeah. I scoffed at him and crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating. He laughed and mimicked me by crossing his muscular arms over his own chest. "Y-you are sick, Joe. Sick. Of course you'd th-you'd assume that. That's all you ever think about! I hate you." Clarissa spat, sending him a hate-filled glare. He rolled his eyes and smiled, stepping towards her, reaching his hand out as if to beckon her over. She took a big step back, greatly distancing herself from him. He dropped his arm and an awkward silence formed. "Well, that was..." Joe said after a while. "I'm going to...go. It seems I am...uh, unwanted." He left and Clarissa turned to look at me.