Imagines

New Kid {Ashton}

You go down to the principal's office to pick up the kid who'll follow you for the first week of school.

"Rosalina, this is Ashton, Ashton, Rosalina."

"Hi," You mutter. Ashton nods toward you. You walk to first period, which is English.

"This is Mr. Fischer's class. AKA, if you sit in the back, you can listen to music in class," you whisper, sliding into a seat in the back. You introduce Ashton, put your headphones in, and listen to music until the bell. Ashton looks around, and then looks to his feet, and then you.

"Next we have Science. This one, we pay attention in, but he teaches for the test, so it's pretty simple," you explain, and Ashton nods. You continue this pattern through lunch.

"Did you bring any food?" you ask. He holds up a weak looking sandwich. You nod toward the lunch line and hand him your school card.

"Treat yourself," he shakes his head and returns your card to you.

"You can sit in here, or you can come outside with me," you say. He sticks with you, and you two go outside. You sit down and pull your guitar case off your back. You start playing some Green Day, and he hums along.

"Do you sing?" you ask. He holds up his fingers to resemble a little, because his mouth was full of food.

"21 Guns?" he nods.

"Do you know what's worth fighting for

When it's not worth dying for?

Does it take your breath away

And you feel yourself suffocating?

Does the pain weight out the pride?

And you look for a place to hide?

Did someone break your heart inside?

You're in ruins" he sings in the most light, angelic voice you've ever heard. You sit there, eyes wide, unable to speak.

"Sorry I'm a bit off, it's been a little while," he says in an Australian accent.

"No, that was amazing," you say, taking a bite out of your salad, pulling your sleeves further into your hands.

"Hey, you can trust me. I draw too," he says, exposing his cut up wrists. You look into his hazel eyes and sigh.

"I think we'll be all right," you say, showing him your own scarred wrists. You get to know him a bit better, and end up talking until the bell. You continue to the rest of your classes. The next day, the same pattern is followed. And the next, and the next. By Friday, you two were really good friends. He was the only friend you had in school. And it seemed you were his. Two months later, you two were dating. He would come over every day after school and study, talk, cuddle, and help you when you were having trouble with life and school. Soon enough, you two formed a little band. You would play the guitar while he drummed on whatever he could get his hands on.

By Spring, you two were super involved with each other. Like you would hold hands on the way to class, and work together in art. Everyone is the class was used to it by now, and the teacher ignored it. He had helped you become 1 month clean, and he was brushing on 2.

All in all, you're glad the weird new kid had to follow you around,