Will We Ever See the End? (lashton au) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

Hello! I'm glad that some people like this story so far :) I'll try to make this chapter interesting hehe -Hannah ( **= time skip) oh and also this chapter is gonna have a lot of description but I want to get to action as well so this may be the longest chapter I ever write idk ALSO KELLIN QUINN IS GONNA BE IN THIS FAN FIC CAN I GET A HELL YEAH I THINK IM GONNA HAVE KELLIC (Vic Fuentes and kellin Quinn) as the only other pairing in this story but it will just be a background thing I won't put anything in kellin or Vic's POV unless you guys really want me too
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Ashton's POV

After I was all ready to go to school, I snatched my father's car keys, which were hanging from a small rusty hook hammered into the wall next to to front door, and rushed out into the frigid spring morning air. I didn't have a car, and I wasn't allowed to use any of my parents' cars, but I decided I didn't give a fuck today.

Tapping my fingers on the leather steering wheel to the repetitive beat of the pop station I was listening too, I backed out of the driveway and reluctantly made my way to what I call hell.

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After I finally found a parking space (away from all the popular people), I made my way into the crowd of teenagers pushing and shoving to get into the high school doors. I always hid among everyone when I could. I didn't want to be seen by the people who torment me, and make me feel worthless. But, two people especially made sure my life was a living hell.

Calum Hood. The jock. Everyone wants him; girls and boys. He is a part of the football team, and his chocolate brown eyes and defined cheek bones has girls swooning over him. He uses that to his advantage and hooks up with a different girl every week, and after their time is up he just discards them like an old tissue. He is an out right asshole.

The other person who won't leave me the fuck alone is Michael Clifford. He is the school "bad boy"- all black clothes and leather jackets, piercings and too many tattoos to count. He intimidates pretty much everyone, but he only has a select small group of people who he decides to bully. I, unfortunately, am a part of that small group, and so is my one and only friend, Kellin.

Keeping my eyes glued onto the floor, I flowed with the crowd until I made a left into the hallway where my locker is. I've been lucky so far today, since Michael, Calum and their group of dickheads haven't seen me yet. Maybe they're focusing their attention onto someone else today? Shaking my head, I quickly spun my locker combo and threw my backpack inside. I highly doubted that, but before I could start to think of more scenarios where I wouldn't be the main target of harassment, I felt someone softly tap my shoulder.

Turning around, I felt a sigh of relief leave my lips as I realized it was only Kellin. Kellin transferred from America two years ago, and ever since then we'd become close friends. He was pretty attractive-his black hair was swooped to the side, so it covered his eyes every now and then, and he was about 3 inches shorter than me. He just wasn't my type.

Sometimes I noticed a few girls who were into Kellin, but he always shied away from them. I never knew why, though. I always meant to ask him but I didn't want to seem like I was being nosy or something.

He quickly pulled me by the shirt, and I swear a small part of me thought he was gonna punch me in the face, but instead he said softly so no one else could hear,

"A new kid just came today, and everyone won't stop talking about it. That's why no one has messed with us. I hope they don't do anything bad to him, Ashton, I really don't want anyone else to have to deal with those fucking jerks," Kellin clenched his fists, his blue-green eyes flickering with suppressed anger for the bullies at this school. Of course, he would never act on his anger, since he was smaller than all of them and he knew that it'd make matters worse to confront them anyway.