New Guy

Chapter 24

Nicola's POV:

'Hey we're taking on the world,

I'll take you where you wanna go..'

Sliding my headphones off, I lie down on my bed, turning my TV and ps3 on. I scroll over to the game menu and select Injustice.

Bitches gon' get der asses kicked.

Ashton's POV:

Tears blurring my vision, I fumble with my keys and shove them in the door. Swinging the door open, I wipe my eyes so they're a little less watery and walk in.

With a sniffle, I look around, wondering if anyone is home or if I've come here for nothing.

"SUCK ON IT, SINESTRO!"

I turn to look at where the voice came from - upstairs. I shove my keys back into my pocket and start walking upstairs.

When I'm sure that Nicola is playing the ps3 in her room, I run in and practically jump into her arms.

Nicola's POV:

"What the fu- Ash?!"

The crying boy is grasping my shirt like his life depends on it; if he lets go of me all hell will break loose.

"Ashton! What's wrong?!"

Instead of answering, he continues bawling his eyes out into my chest. I've never seen him like this which is what's so worrying about this whole situation.

"Please, tell me what's wrong!"

I turn the playstation off and throw the controller to the other side of my bed, getting into a more comfortable and convenient position. Ashton is still crying his eyes out into my shirt.

I place my hand on his hair and kind of move him so he's looking at me. I give him a worried type of look and search his eyes for an answer. I can always tell what's wrong. Always. "Please..?"

He takes a few deep breaths and sniffles, wiping tears from his eyes.

"O-Okay.. So.. You- you know how I-I looked after y-you.. Th-the day of th-the si-signing?" He asks sadly and looks up at me with glossy eyes. I nod, eager to hear more. "W-Well... Management didn't like me skipping and.."

"Ashton. What happened?"

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Michael's POV:

Turns out pizza can't replace a band member and or a best friend.

"What are you calling your food baby, Mikey?" Luke asks from his position draped across the couch. "Mine's called.. Lukey Jr The Penguin.."

"Of course it is..." I groan, I am so stuffed. And annoyed. I'm annoyed with management. "Uh.. I dunno."

Calum has been sitting on Ash's chair next to the drum kit for three hours after finding out no amount of screaming, yelling, begging or reasoning will change management's mind. It's sad seeing him like this. He's usually so happy and full of energy.

Hm.

Ashton's POV:

"Take a break from the band?! What the hell does that mean?! They can't do that! Wait.. Can they... No!"

"Nicola, it's over," I say, letting my head fall back onto the pillow of her bed. "He's psycho. It'd take heaps to convince him to even think about hearing us out, let alone letting me stay.."