Undesirable| Lashton AU

Chapter 1

"If you want something to happen, you have to start it." That's what my mom always said to me before I left for school. It pisses me off. She knew that I wouldn't 'start something,' she only said out of this empty hope she had for me. A hope that should've died a long time ago.

I got in my car and drove to this hell hole we called high school. Full of people smarter than Einstein himself, or people that didn't know their left foot from their right; there was no inbetween. This is the place that everyone avoided. I loved it. Not the school of course, I mean the down low profile it kept. Grades suck? That's okay the teacher's couldn't care less if we passed or not; they're still getting their money. Feeling like kicking some ass? Go ahead, the staff will just turn the other way. It offered a little bit of something to everyone. It was my escape, nobody knew me here and they never tried to get to know me. I was invisible and it was exactly what I wanted.

As I got out of my car and headed into the school, I saw this pair with smiles on their faces and they seemed happy. That emotion that always made me so angry, how can anyone be happy with a school that was awful? How can anyone be happy on a rainy day full of dull clouds? How can anyone be happy in a place like this?

That monotonous bell rang and I was late again. I wasn't worried, in fact I preferred being in the halls alone. I made my way down the hall and as I was turning the corner something big ran into me. My papers began to snow around us creating a mess of my organized papers.

"Awe man, I'm so sorry." The stranger said as he scattered around picking up my things.

"Watch it next time." I said my voice laced with irritation.

"Dude, I said I was sorry." I looked up. It was Luke Hemmings.  I've heard a lot about him. Rumor has it that he is the preppy, boy next door kind of guy. The fun-loving, let-me-get-to-know-everyone person. Of course he had to be in most of my classes, as if fate was purposefully keeping this constant reminder of everything I used to be. From what I was able to witness he fulfills none of the descriptions. He's polite, but closed off at the same time. He definitely was intimidating at first, I blame his six-four statue, but after you actually meet him, you come to realize this dude wouldn't hurt anyone. He was one of the smartest people in this school, or so I've heard. His smoldering sky-blue eyes bore into mine and I began to jitter and pick at the dead skin around my fingernails; I'm not one for eye contact, it's one of those things that shows confidence and security, none of which I am or have. I took these couple of seconds though to get a good look at him. He had messy, bleach blonde hair, which was styled into a quiff. His slightly rounded face contrasted with his toned body, but that somehow made him even more attractive. He also had a black lip ring in on his lower, right lip that caught my attention. He was wearing some old, torn, black skinny jeans and a light, baby blue, long sleeve shirt that easily displayed the benefits from working out. Something about him made me want to get away from him.

"Yeah it's fine. I'm sorry. I'm not having the best day." I said as he handed me the last of my papers.

"It's quite alright," he paused "uhm I don't know your name." he said shamefully. I snorted.

"Yeah no one does. It's Ashton."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Ashton." He extended his hand. I shook it and nodded. "Look I've got to get going, late for class, you know? Sorry again." He yelled as he took off in the opposite direction. I didn't respond, I just went to class with this weird feeling, a feeling I have never experienced before. It left me wanting to get to know him better, but at the same time, I was nervous about it. Something I haven't felt in a long time. Not since the last time I saw my father. To keep the confusion and distraught feeling at bay, I paid extra attention in class; I needed the distraction.