Just Watching// l.h.

Chapter 1

Aleigha P.O.V.

I walk down the hall, crowded by other students surrounding me. I reach the corner where I dreaded passing every day. They always made me late for class. I cross the corner and soon get shoved into the wall. Michael Clifford, the punk bully of the school, leans towards me now.

"Hey, freak," he smirks. Michael was the so called "Leader" of their group. He had pink and green hair at the moment which I never understood. The colors didn't even go.

"I see you dyed your hair again, Mike," I say. He hated that name. "Might wanna stop before you go bald and can't sleep with girls anymore. What would the point of life be for you then?" His face filled with rage as he shoved me to the floor.

"Pick her up," he yells to his little minion's. As usual, the one with blue hair and blue eyes stayed behind. I hated him. How could he just watch as they hurt me? I knew his name though. Luke Hemmings. The Bystander, as I called him. Calum Hood, pink and purple hair with brown eyes, picked me up on one side as the other one, Ashton Irwin, green hair and hazel eyes, picks me up on the other.

"I see you're still trying to be the Joker, Ash," I say. "Green's a terrible color. Try doing a light color. It will bring out those demonic eyes." He tightens his grip on me.

"Shut up," Ashton demands. And that's when it happened, the moment I was waiting for. Luke Hemmings walked away. I frown as he does. He did this everyday.

"Oh and Cal," I turn to him. "You look like you stuck your head in a cotton candy machine."

"On second thought, you look better on the ground," Michael interrupts and kicks my knees. Calum and Ashton let go, as I fall down in pain. They all walk away, laughing. I force myself not to cry. I begin to pick my books up, probably having to explain to Mr. Holly why I was late once again.

Luke P.O.V.

I hated how they treated her, but I couldn't stop it. They were my friends and there was no one else at this school I got along with. No one accepted my tattoos or piercings. Everyone else wanted me to get good grades and go to college. But that wasn't my dream. My dream, as cheesy as it sounds, was to find the right girl. I wanted her to love me through my looks, just like I'd love her. My appearance is very diminishing. I'm like a rock god on the outside, but truly on the inside I just wanted someone to hold. I hated how I never stopped it. The look she always gave me, asking for help I couldn't give, killed me. I wanted to help her but I just couldn't. Currently I was just sitting by the wall, ditching class as usual.

"Hey, loser," Mariah, Michael's girlfriend, comes to sit by me. She had purple hair, brown eyes, and piercings on her lip and eyebrow. She was Calum's sister and it really bothered him that she was dating his best friend. But she was an outcast too.

"Hi," I say.

"What's wrong," she nudges me. I sigh.

"Life," I reply.

"Is it Mikey again," she says. "I swear if he said something mean to you I will not hesitate to kick him in the-"

"Not me," I interrupt. "He hurt someone else. And by the way, why would you do that to your boyfriend?"

"No reason," she replies. "Who did he hurt?"

"No one," I mock her.

"Jerk," she shoves me. "Michael just deserves a kick in the balls sometimes."

"Wow, love you too, Mariah," Michael laughs as he walks over. Mariah gives me the "just cause Mikey interrupted doesn't mean you can't tell me later, dumb ass" look. I roll my eyes. He sits next to her.

"Where are the other boys," I say.

"Probably somewhere making out," Michael answers. Calum and Ashton were dating.

"Wow, so punk rock of them," I tease along.

"I do not need to know my brother's whereabouts and who he's kissing," Mariah covers her ears. Michael and I laugh. The bell rings. Oh, great. Here we go again.

Aleigha P.O.V.

The bell rings which means hell approaches again. I walk slowly out of the hall and prepare for the shove. It doesn't come and I open my eyes slowly. And then my back connects to the wall.

"Oh, come on, love," Michael began. "You really think I was going to let you close your eyes?"

"Don't call me love," I snap and pick up my books. He knocks them out of my hands.

"I'll do what I want, I'm punk rock," he walks away.

"No you're not," I mumble and pick up my books again. But then something astonishing occurs. I look up and Luke Hemmings leans down picking up my books. I just gaze at him.

"Aren't you going to help me," he says, handing me my stuff. I help him pick it up and when I have all my stuff I begin to walk away. He grabs my arm. "Wait. Why do you let them treat you like that?"

"Why do you just watch," I say, walking away.