Self Inflicted - Ashton Irwin

Chapter 1.

Kat's POV.

It's 1:46pm and I just walked out of my last class for the day and rushed to my car. My stupid hair is whipping my face and I keep almost swallowing it. Ugh, I'm considering getting it cut, it's just so annoying. Last time I went to the hairdresser, the stupid trainee cut it too short and I looked like a 30 year old blonde bimbo with a bob cut. I would have stayed on campus and ate lunch with my friends, it's just that I don't have any. I don't mind it though because people annoy me and at the end of every conversation with people my age, I end up wanting to punch them. Once I got in the car I immediately blasted the heater considering it was -2 degrees outside and I only had a cardigan with me. IT WAS HOT THIS MORNING DONT JUDGE ME. Once I pulled out of the over crowded parking lot, I got on to the highway and headed straight for Max Brenner's. BEST HOT CHOCOLATE EVER. I hate coffee, it's so gross so that's why I stick to hot chocolate and Max Brenner's is the place to go if you want to basically never eat anything but chocolate again. After a 45 minute drive (yes I know it's a long drive BUT ITS WORTH IT) I finally got there and ordered my hot chocolate and chocolate coated strawberries (my other weakness) and sat down at table 16. It was a little booth at the very back corner of the restaurant that was somewhat isolated from all the customers working out what they wanted. I don't understand how people can not know what they want to order after they've waited in line for like 10 minutes like what the hell were you doing while you were waiting?! Ugh anyway, these people are annoying me without even speaking to me. This one lady, with a pram so big you could fit a grown man inside of it, is looking at me weirdly. I hope she burns her tongue on her drink. The waitress, who is obviously a trainee looking at way her hands shake while giving people their drinks, is writing specials on the specials board and oh my god could she make the chalk scratch anymore. It's like when I hear fingernails scratching the chalkboard except I want to use my fingernails and scratch her face. That was a bit overboard, soz not soz. Ew did I really just say soz? Well technically I didn't say it, I thought it, but oh well. And then there's the guy in the corner who is just reading his newspaper. I bet when I look away he will stare at my boobs or somethi- oh wait he's already staring at them. Great. I just death stared him and he looked away quickly, he probably thought he was being sneaky about it. Dick. Here comes the trainee with my drink and strawberries of course shaking the tray so much that she looks like she's about to have an epileptic fit. She placed it on the table and quickly walked away with a nervous smile on her face. I like making people uncomfortable. maybe this is why I have no friends, or maybe it's because I'm just too cool for the white girl class of 2013. Yeah that's probably it. I sipped on my hot chocolate and almost spat it everywhere because of how hot it was. Every single time. I dipped a strawberry in my melted chocolate and shoved it in mouth, like a lady of course. Lol jokes I don't really care if people think I'm not lady like because it's true, I'm not. If it comes down to food then I could care less about etiquette and all that shit. I went on my phone and looked at my notifications:

Missed Calls-

Mum (13)

Messages-

Mum (10)

Oh shit.

I quickly finish my strawberries and ask for my hot chocolate in a to-go cup. I grabbed my drink and didn't bother tipping the waitress and walked out into the oncoming pedestrians. It was so busy today, I have no idea why though. I dodged and weaved through everybody and finally spotted my car. As I started walking towards it, some douchebag bumped me and made me drop my hot chocolate. "WHAT THE FUCK MATE? WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING!" I yelled at him. I was literally about to cry, I got one sip from that cup of heaven! I fell to my knees and fake sobbed. I thought the dick would have left by now, I know I would have instead of dealing with a freak crying over hot chocolate, but he knelt down and said, "you alright babe?" What the hell. I replied, "no of course I'm not, its hot chocolate, now could you kindly leave me to grieve over this murder?" He went quiet for a second and held his hand out for me, I flatly refused with a death stare and got up myself. He laughed and said, "can I buy you another one? You seem so upset it's the least I could do" I replied with "you've done enough" and continued to walk to my car. I heard him yell out, "wait up!" but I continued walking. I heard footsteps quickly approach behind me so I turned around and said, "I have pepper spray and I am not afraid to use it." It was the boy of course and he said "calm down, I just wanted to tell you that you left this piece of paper back there." I snatched the paper from him and looked at it. This isn't mine? I didn't have anything in my hands? I think I'm going crazy. "You're already crazy" I heard the boy say. Oh shit I said that out loud. I gave him the paper back and said, "this isn't mine." He said "okay okay, you didn't drop it but it is yours now, it's got my number on it. Call me next time you want a hot chocolate and I'll shout you one."

"My mum taught me not to talk to strangers. Goodbye."

"Wait, my names Ashton, Ashton Irwin."

"My names Kat Karamakov. So what?"

"Well we aren't strangers anymore"

"Bye"

He is a weird one. I snatched the piece of paper and opened the car door. I looked at Ashton and he had a smirk on his face. Ugh. He has nice hair though, it's like a dirty blonde colour. No stop it. Don't compliment him, he murdered your hot chocolate. I started the car and drove away, thank god. Now it's time to go home and face the devil that is my mother.

Once I arrived home to my mother's house, I fumbled through my bag looking for my key. Don't ask why my house key isn't attached to my car keys because I don't really know. I knocked on the door and screamed out "MUM!" as loud as I could and heard one of our neighbours yell out "SHUT UP!" so I turned around and screamed back "NO!" Safe to say that conversation is over. Mum finally came to the door and let me in. I sat my bag on the counter and took at seat at the bar stool.

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!"

"Uh... Max Brenner's?"

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CLEAN THE KITCHEN THIS MORNING WHY IS IT NOT SPOTLESS?!"

I looked at the sink. All that was there was a fork are you kidding me.

"ITS A FUCKING FORK GET OVER IT. I DONT DO DRUGS, I DONT WORSHIP SATAN, IM NOT PREGNANT AND YOU YELL AT ME FOR LEAVING A FUCKING FORK IN THE SINK?!"

"DONT CUSS AT ME KATRINA"

Whatever. I stomped up the stairs and slammed my door, making a scene. My mum is usually like this. 'Like what?' You may ask. Well, like a bitch, ever since my parents split she's been like this. I've learnt to deal with it though, I just scream back. I swear she has bipolar or something because one minute she's baking cookies and calling me 'sweetie' and the next minute she's yelling at me for stupid shit and calling me a disgrace. Welcome to the family.