UnTouchable, Vol 1. Dreams, Boys and Creatures of The Night

Chapter Three: Welcome To Hell High

"Get out of those cookies, Luke." Calum said, shifting the boy's hand out of the jar. He handed him a few dollars. "Buy an actual lunch, and try not to get into a fight with the Dravent boys."

"I'm not going to." Luke replied, turning toward the doorway. Ashton walked past him and reached for the coffee pot, and a mug on it's hook. His face was covered in tiredness. Michael was still busy trying to get the prize out of the cereal box. "Hey, the uniform fits." Luke said, Ashton sipped from his cup. Calum peered over the fridge door.

"Yeah, it looks good on you."

Lies, please stop lying.

The uniform was a white buttoned shirt with a red tie, the blazer was black. And the long black trousers made it all look slimming. Ashton's loafers were the best part. His white socks looked like they blended perfectly. His hair was fixed to the side of his face, it seemed blow dried. "Thanks." he replied, his bag was slung to the side, he was ready to learn. Ready to just...forget about the past.

He knew he shouldn't, but that's what it took to get over the fact his own friends sold him out. He didn't want Harry to be recycled, but he didn't want to leave Angel Hill. But he knew, he knew about it. And so did Harry. It was something he spoke to Harry about, the morning Zayn told them about the sword. Ashton had borrowed Harry's family grimoire, and when he was reading it, he had a vision. He didn't get visions normally, but for some reason, he got this one. He saw the trial, Harry in chains. Niall upset...he saw Dahak before he even knew who Dahak was. He came over that morning.

"We gotta talk." he said, Harry took him to the mantal and told him everything.

"I saw it all Harry. Some kind of tribunal, and a ceremony of something. But, I didn't feel present. Like, I wasn't there... I don't know, it was confusing."

He told Harry everything, but Harry wasn't listening. He was more concerned that Niall's father was beating him black and blue. The red marks on his neck were confronting, and a total affront to everything they'd been through.

Harry wasn't listening..he wasn't.

"Ashton, are you listening to me?" Calum asked, Ashton shook his head from the side. He was staring into nothing. He looked at the boy who questioned him.

"What?"

"We're going to study hall after school, so you'll have to walk home this afternoon, I'll leave the key out." Ashton still wasn't listening...much. He was looking at the paper. WOMAN DIES IN HER SLEEP AFTER A STRING OF HORRIBLE NIGHTMARES.

"Sure." he replied.

**

Ashton made his way to administration, just fine. He knew the place due to his last school spending a lot of inter-school sporting time here. He'd come here with Madeline Krueger, find an empty room and kiss a little. From times of then to when he became infatuated with Landon, he'd grown up very much.

"Just fill in these papers, they're for your transfer." the lady at the front desk said. She was wearing the most ugliest yellow ensemble in the history of Bakersfield High, that Ashton knew of. He took the papers and signed each of them. Papers about nut allergies, contraband agreement, terms and conditions. He put A.I on every dotted line. He didn't have a signature.

Never.

The lady took the clipboard of papers back, smiling and signing it lastly. "We hope you enjoy your time in this wonderful school." she said, smiling. Ashton didn't know if she was being ironic or plain ol' sarcastic. He smiled and nodded. Starting toward the door, pushing it open and looking at all the children in the corridors. It was a mad house. He found an empty locker, pulling the lock and key the faculty room gave him out of his pocket, placing books upon books that Calum had given him from the library. The row of lockers were red and most were covered in either vandalism or stickers. He placed his last book in his locker when he felt a thud on his shoulder.