ethereal

twenty five

Kylie's P.O.V.

Ashton looked at me with tears brimming his eyes. "What?" He croaked.

"My parents... they're being relocated for work. I tried everything I could to stay here but, there's just no way. Monday's my last day here. I'm sorry."

I looked down at my lap and stared at my hands. I couldn't bring myself to look at him.

"No. You can't, I won't let you. You can stay here!" I looked up to see him shaking his head frantically.

"We both know that wouldn't work, Ashton."

"Just..." A tear slid down his cheek.

I wiped it from his face but more came down. His hands started to shake as he brought me into a hug.

"It's not fair." He mumbled into my hair.

I nodded in agreement.

"I've only known you for a little bit, yet I can't let you go. I-I... I just love you too much to let you leave!" He sobbed.

I let tears fall from my eyes. I've only cried so many times in my life, it felt weird to let people see me do so. But I don't care, I can't leave Ashton and Luke. I can't leave Calum and Michael. When I met them, I thought they were assholes, but I got to know them and now here I am crying over never getting to see them again. These assholes have really grown on me.

"Ashton?"

"Yeah?"

"Please... don't tell them."

•

I came back home around 4, like my mother had told me to. I walked into the door dreadfully slow. I sat down in the now almost empty living room. My parents had already had most of our furniture on our jet and it was all already half way across the world. The private plane was only used by my parents to get around for work. Once we are settled in, they won't be with us as much. They will be too busy using the jet to get around America.

I said my goodbyes to the staff, knowing that this was their last day. I walked up the stairs, taking my time, and went into my room. I laid on my bed and noticed that most of my things had already been shipped out. I stared at the blank ceiling like I had done so many times before. Once, when I was depressed. Another time, when Luke was laying with me. And lastly, right now, a time in which I am an emotional wreck. I was leaving them. All of them. I will never see them again. I'll probably never see Australia again.

I fell asleep after a while with my thoughts flouting throughout my head.

•

I woke up around five A.M. I had slept right through dinner, yet nobody bothered to check on me. I stood from my bed and noticed the sun starting to peek out. My stomach growled, but I was too sad to notice. Today was truly my last day in Australia. In just 24 hours, I will be stepping onto a plane that will take me from my home, friends, and Luke Hemmings.

I sat for a while on the edge of my bed, remembering the things that had happened yesterday. I got into a fight with Luke. I made out with my best friend multiple times, and I cried myself to sleep.

No longer being able to take my thoughts, I stood from my bed and went to my closet that had already become almost empty due to my parents wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. I pulled out a black and white Coca Cola shirt with cut off sleeves, my favorite pair of black jeans, black vans, and my pair of Ray Bans. After getting dressed, I curled my hair and applied light makeup. Deciding on wearing my 'WHATEVER' beanie, I slipped the hat on my head.

I grabbed my backpack from the floor next to my bed. I took my phone from the charger and looked to see a few messages from Ashton. I read his texts as I walked downstairs.

'hey kylie'

'im gonna miss u so much when ur gone'

'i just want u to know that i love u and i cant wait to see u at school'

I shut my phone off, not being able to respond to him without crying. As soon as I put it in my pocket, it buzzes. I pull the sleek iPhone back out and unlock it to see a text message from Luke.

'Kylie can I talk to u after school today?'

I ignored Luke's text trying to ease myself out of his life, but I don't see how that could be possible in one day. I stepped into the kitchen and ate a piece of toast before sitting down on the couch in the living room. I noticed my mother and father both pull out in their separate cars to go to work. My brothers and sisters should be awake soon.

I stood from the couch and went out to the garage. The only car of mine left, that hadn't been shipped off to America, was my red 360 z. It was the car I drove in to my first day of school and the car that Luke, Ashton, Calum, and Michael had practically drooled over when they first saw it. I climbed in and drove to school. I wanted to arrive a bit early today.

I sat outside the empty school on a bench, admiring the campus I had never really appreciated. Today I have decided to finish my time here with a loud bang. The only thing is, everyone will think that I will be coming back here tomorrow to take the karma I will deserve.

I noticed as a familiar car pulled up to the school and park. A silhouette appeared, standing next to the car. I could barely make out the face, but when I did, I shot out of my seat.

"Well if it isn't Ms. Kylie 'The Slut' Steel." He smirked.

I backed away to the school gates, but the guards were not here yet. The teachers had there own keys to get in, so the guards were not needed for another twenty minutes.

There was no way inside the school grounds, to get to my car, or leave in any way. I was trapped by Evan Ryans. I watched as another person got out of the car.

Correction to my previous statement: I was trapped by Evan Ryans and Dean York.