Porcelain Dolls <Lashton>

Part Ten

The very ink with which history is written is merely fluid prejudice. ~Mark Twain

Luke's POV

"So what were you doing with Luna? Are you guys friends or something?" Mark asked me.

"I wouldn't say that," I sighed. "Luna's hated me since I got here on day one. Ashton and his entire posse."

"For what?" Mark asked. He seemed shocked by what I said.

"Cause I wear skirts and stuff." I muttered. I could feel my cheeks hinting with red as I said this. "They hate me because I'm not like them."

"That's insane. I think it's pretty brave of you to act the way you do." Mark told me."I mean I admire it a lot."

I was a little flabbergasted by this, after all, why would Mark be telling me all of this? He just came out of no where and was trying to help. It made me not trust him for a second.

"So Luke, since I rescued you from your demise of being with Luna, I was wondering if you wanted to come hang out with a couple of my friends and I." Mark concluded. I was going to say no, after all, Mark looked the type to be friends with a bunch of jockey kids. Kids that wouldn't tolerate the likes of me.

But I really looked like I couldn't turn him down. So I nodded my head and followed him to his car. When I climbed in it, the car had a heavy cologne smell. I wore perfume compared to cologne but I did like the way it smelt.

I was also quite surprised that his car was so clean. Everything was tucked away inside a duffle bag on the back seat.

I went with Mark to where his friends were. When I walked inside I wasn't at all surprised to see three muscular guys sitting on a couch while a tiny girl sat in a chair.

"Hey Mark, who's this?" A brunette asked.

"Guys this is Luke. Luke this is Marshall," he gestured to the brunette. "That's Fletcher," he pointed at a blonde. "That's Darren" he pointed at a second brunette. "That that little gem is Rin." Rin was extremely scrawny, and her hair was painted in locks of a light blue. She was quite pretty, but didn't look too happy.

"Nice to meet you Luke." Marshall smiled at me. "Take a seat, take a load off. We're all friends here."

I took a seat in a chair as Mark plopped on the couch with the the other boys. I was surprised they squeezed themselves into it.

The entire room was filled with expensive decorations and I knew I didn't belong here. I was a poor boy, who was only here because his mother couldn't afford to send him to the dance school that he adored so much.

I was left out of their conversation for a long time and I noticed Rin was too. They were exactly what I expected them to be. After all, they just treated Rin like she was property. An object that would act when they needed her too. You could see the dismay underneath her glossy eyes.

"You know," Darrel spoke up. "I think I know you from somewhere. I swear I know you from somewhere."

"Well I mean we all go to the same school." Mark pointed out.

"Your that kid who wears the skirts, aren't you?" Fletcher began to chuckle as I nodded my head.

"Why would you have bright a freak like that here, Mark?" Marshall huffed in response.

"Knock it off, would you?" Rin scolded them. "Leave the poor kid alone, he gets enough hell from Ashton's little barrage of idiots that he doesn't need you bothering him too."

I was kind of relieved Rin said something to them but when I looked at them it became very clear to me that they were not all that pleased.

I stayed there for much longer than I originally wanted to. It wasn't until Mark said he was leaving that he offered to take me with him. I didn't really want to stay here any longer so I followed him out the door.

"You were really quiet in there." Mark told me as soon as we were outside. "I hope those idiots didn't bother you too much. They just don't understand." I was shocked that he said this, did he think he understood what it was like? I highly doubted it.

When I headed into school the next day, Calum and Michael strolled past me without a word. It almost frightened me, maybe they had something up their sleeve. However when I opened my locker all of the pictures were gone, including the note. I looked around but I had no idea who had down that and what had happened.

I walked into class and Luna stopped at my desk. "You are so damn lucky.." She snarled before Ashton grabbed her arm and pulled her along, muttering a "what did I tell you" to her. 

I found Luna and Ashton an odd pair. All Luna wanted was to be able to tell everyone what to do including Ashton, but his word was the final say.

Even after the day proceeded, Luna never bothered me.

"Hey Luke." Pip greeted me with Malcom standing at his side. "What's going on? You look super concentrated."

"Huh? Oh nothing." I shrugged. I looked at the inside of my locker and swallowed hard while I thought about yesterday's events.

"You don't look too good." Malcom concluded. "What's going on?"

"It's just been an odd couple of days." I sighed. "Between Luna and Mark and - "

"Mark? Mark who?" Pip cut me off.

"I don't know. Black hair, jockey kid." I shrugged. Pip and Malcom shared not only a confusing look but a concerning one.

"I don't know he was nice." I shrugged.

"Nice? No." Pip laughed. "Mark isn't 'nice,' I don't know what he was telling you."

"Yeah are you serious? Why would he be nice to you? You wear skirts." Malcom said. "You're wearing one right now."

"I know he said he thought it was brave or something. That he admired my courage." I shrugged.

"This doesn't add up." Pip looked to Malcom who quickly agreed with him.

"Well whatever it is, I'm not about to question it. It got me out of spending time around Luna." I shrugged.

"I thought Luna and Mark.." Pip muttered.

"No way, Luna and Mark don't like each other. Not after what she pulled last year." Malcom said.

"What happened last year?" I asked.

"Don't worry about it." Malcom told me. "You just stay out of trouble Luke." Malcom patted my shoulder before walking off with Pip. I wanted to say I understood what was going on, but I defiantly didn't.

AUTHOR'S NOTIFICATION; Ariana

I am so tired and I have work in like an hour and I'm not too stoked about that.

Update: I forgot to post this so now I am on my break at work.

Also I feel like no one reads anything but the books I completed like forever ago. Which is weird because I always thought I was becoming a better writer but this makes me feel like I'm becoming worse of one.

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