Arrows|Lashton| (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

Hey guys I wrote this when I was younger and let's just say it's not the best and it's super cringey I advise you not to read this, but you're more than welcome to read my newer ones :D

An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. When life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means it's going to launch you into something great so just focus and keep aiming.

Ashton's POV

"Fag"

"Worthless"

"Waste of Space"

"Fat"

"Freak"

"Loser"

"Pathetic"

These are a few things people say to me. There are other names but that's too many to say. But, over the years I have grown used to it, it still hurts though. I know it seems like it doesn't get to me, but deep down in my heart it hurts so much and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I was walking down the hallway to the cafeteria while people gave me dirty looks. I don't know what I ever did to them, but who knows. When I entered the cafeteria and found an empty table and decided to sit there. The table was at the back of the cafeteria so I saw all the people sit in their usual groups. Like, the jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, wannabes, band geeks, then there's me.

I take out my homework to start working on it. I was working on a problem for math and I heard someone say,"Hey." I look up and see it was Luke Hemmings. The Luke Hemmings. The jock of the school. "Are you going to speak?" He asked. But I didn't speak or move my gaze from him. "Well I'm Luke." He sticks his hand out for me to shake but I decline it. "You're Ashton right?" He asks. I give him a small but noticeable nod.

"What are you working on?" He asked, curiously and looked at my paper. He noticed it was math but he saw arrows doodled all over the paper. "Why so many arrows?" He laughs, but stopped when I wasn't laughing. He coughed awkwardly. I just shrugged. "Why do you draw them?" He asked. I just stayed quiet. "Don't worry I won't leave or hurt you like the others. I want to be your friend." He said. I gave him an 'are-you-serious' look.

He chuckled at my action. "Yes I'm serious." Luke said. "Over the past years I haven't liked how my teammates have been treating you, I know I could've done something, but I was so stupid for not doing anything. I'm sorry about that. I just want you to know that I will always be here for you, you don't have to trust me now, I want you to know you can trust me for anything, just think about it." Luke says. I nodded, maybe he can be my first friend.

Who would want to be your friend? My conscience told me. I know my conscience was right, he's always right.

Yeah, why would he want to be my friend? "Hey Luke why are you talking to this worthless loser." Chad said. Chad is another one of Luke's teammate he's another jock of the school. "He's not worthless. And you guys should stop picking on him." Luke defended me. Which shocked me. "Why are you defending this fag?" Chad asked obviously offended because Luke is his best friend, while he was pointing to me. "He's not a fag." Luke said. "Yeah he is, he's just a waste of space and everyone wants him to kill himself because he's a nobody. A nobody who's worthless." Chad snickered.

Tears threatened to fall and they did. I couldn't help it. "Aww look at the baby freak crying." Chad mocked. "You are so pathetic no one will ever love you." He spat. I gathered my stuff ever so quickly and I ran out of the cafeteria. As I ran out the bell rang. It was good timing. I heard Luke calling for me but I ignored him. I was the first one to my next class.

I wiped my tears and saw that Luke was in my next class. I kept my head down low so know one would see that I was crying, like they would care anyway. "Ashton I'm so sorry I should have defended you better." Luke apologized. I didn't say anything I just gave him a big hug. He was taken back but he hugged back. We separated. "T-thank y-ou." I stuttered. You need to work on your stuttering. It's stupid. I know, I thought. "For what?" He asked. "For d-defending me n-no one h-has ever do-ne that b-before." I hiccuped. "You are very welcome." Luke smiled.