Luke's POV
I met Ashton after school and saw him standing by a shiny car that looked extremely expensive.
"Wow" I said in awe.
It was gorgeous.
God I wish I could have his life.
"Get in and don't make a mess." He said and scowled at my bag when it touched the ground.
"What?" I quietly asked, hurt.
"Your bag. It's disgusting. Same with your clothes and hair." He said scowling and my clothes and hair as well.
"Oh, it's... all I have..." I said letting a few tear drop when I saw how nice his things were and how he judged me for something I wish I could control.
He's so lucky...
"There's no way that your parents are that poor and/or hate you that much." He said rolling his eyes.
"O-Oh." I said my voice breaks as tears started escaping my eyes once again.
I would do anything to have his life.
(A/n wow, this book is a lot more depressing than I planned)
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Dollhouse//Lashton
FanfictionAshton's a snobby rich kid. Luke's a poor kid with a messed up family. What happens when they meet? Trigger Warnings: Abuse
