5SOS Imagines vol. 2

Bullied At School-AI

A/n: I have no imagines written after this so bear with me while I write more. And I'm running out of ideas so if you have any REQUESTS PLEASE INBOX ME I WILL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO WRITE THEM. It might just take me a bit to get them up.

YOUR POV

I stumbled down the hallway to the bathroom. My stomach was killing me. And I was pretty sure my head was bleeding after I got thrown into the lockers. Bullies are fucking ruthless. I didn't even know why I was their target. I can't think of a single thing I could have done to deserve it.

No one ever did anything about it. I don't know if no one ever saw, or if they just didn't care. And I never told anybody. There was always one person I've thought to tell it to, but I never bucked up the courage. That person was my best friend Ashton.

Ashton and I have been friends since I could remember. And I've always had feelings for him. But I guess that's how it goes. The good thing is, he seems to be reciprocating the feelings back. We are kind of an unofficial thing, I guess.

I never told Ashton I was bullied because I was scared to. I know he gets a temper, and when word gets out I've told someone, the bullying could get worse.

But today seemed like the day he would find out, because I was supposed to meet him after school and there was no way to hide any of this. Even if I went to clean the cut before I met up with him, he'd still see it.

I sighed, realizing what I had to do. I walked down the hall. I stopped. On my right was Ashton, and to my left were my bullies. The jocks. I didn't know what to do. Ashton was closer, but if I moved the jocks would see me.

However, Ashton saw me and shouted, "(y/n)." He waved and started walking. I could see the jocks turning their heads from the corner of my eye. I advanced towards Ashton so we'd meet half way. He took one look at me and his eyebrows furrowed. "What the hell happened? Who did this to you?"

I let my eyes scan over to the jocks, who were back to minding their own business. "They did? Sam and his posse of dirtballs?" Ashton asked. I nodded.

I saw his body tense up, rage fill his eyes, and I watched his biceps flex as he clenched his fists. "Ashton, please don't.... You'll only make it worse." I put my hand on his arm. He gave me a sympathetic look.

"Alright, but only because I care more about getting you taken care of. Let's go." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, holding me protectively as we walked out of the building and to his car.

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I sat on Ashton's couch. He cleaned my head and gave me an ice pack to rest on my stomach.

He came back from using the bathroom and sat down next to me. He removed the ice from my belly and examined the skin. "You're going to have bruising tomorrow. Does it hurt anywhere else? Like your ribcage?"

I shook my head. "Just the gut."

Ashton nodded. "You'll have to take it easy the next couple of days." I nodded my head in response. "Why didn't you tell me? I'm assuming they've done this kind of stuff before, but why didn't you tell me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I was afraid that it would get worse if they knew I told someone..."

"I'll make sure that never happens. You don't deserve this. No one does. What they are doing is wrong. I'm not letting you walk to class alone anymore." I nodded my head again. "Please don't ever be afraid to come to me about this stuff. About anything. That's why I'm here, Princess."

"I know. And I'm sorry I didn't."

Ashton leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on my lips. "I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too, Ash."

"Do you want me to take you home soon?"

"Nah. My parents are gone for the week."

"Oh," he said, a smirk growing on his face.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. Do you want to stay the night? Or I can stay with you at your place? I don't think it's a good idea for you to be alone in your condition."

"Okay. Let's stay here. We're already here, plus this couch is more comfy than my bed."

"Who said you were sleeping on the couch?"

I laughed and said, "Well, your bed and your couch are both comfier than my bed."

"It's a deal then," he said and kissed me again.