The Perfect Disguise

Part Sixteen

Lou's P.O.V.

*FEW DAYS LATER*

Even though the project was done, we continued to hang out with Ashton as he gave his pledge to the band. Only this time he changed full time. He didn't went back into being that jerk douche but he wasn't as friendly as he was when we were working on our project. Okay, he's actually friends with everyone now and I'm over exaggerating, but he turned into that quiet kind of guy now. Especially whenever Calum and I are around.

And I just don't get it.

I honestly don't. He changed since Calum and I got together. But why? I'd like to believe that it has nothing to do with me and stop assuming that it's really because of me. After all, he's seeing my sister. But he gives me that feeling that everything is all because of me. And I hate it. It makes me want to choke and kill myself, knowing that I'm lying not just to myself but to everyone - because, yeah, I really do like him and I just realized it right after I saw him doing it with Bianca. I hate myself for using Calum cause this will hurt him like shit.

I should have not done it in the first place, I thought.

No, I should just die...

Maybe I should just follow Daniel on the other side and be with him...

I closed my eyes as the tears start to fall, drawing another line on my wrist with a blade.

KNOCK KNOCK.

Sniffing, I wiped my tears with the back of my hand then rolled down my sleeves, covering the marks. I stood up, studying myself on the mirror as I yelled; "what!?"

"What are you doing there?" A familiar voice said. "I can hear you crying. Are you okay?"

"I'm," I sniffed. "I'm okay, Ashton. I just need to be alone for awhile!"

"Well, I'm not going anywhere unless you come out and I see it for myself," he said, knocking on the door once more. "Please come out now!"

I sighed, moving to my feet and opening the door. There was a worried look on his face as he study me. "Why are you here anyway?"

"Scott asked me to pick up Bianca for a surprise," he said slowly.

"Oh, that's nice," I said, faking a smile. Then I eyed him, confused; "did you just said Scott?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. "Why?"

"But aren't you and Bianca a thing?" I asked. "I saw you guys doing it. You know what thing!"

"What?" He cried, laughing. "What are you talking about?"

"On our presentation day!" I said. "I heard her saying stuffs and... you're fucking my sister for godsake!"

"That," he continued laughing. "She fell off the chair and broke her wrist. I was massaging her hand the wrong way and she screamed at me then I kinda get it and stuff. Why would you think we were doing that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "You're seeing each other."

"We're not," he chuckled, shaking his head. "She's heels over head with my brother. And, besides, I ran to her for advises."

"For what?" I asked, eyeing him curiously.

He stopped laughing, looking down as he ran his fingers in his hair. "It's a... for... I..."