Strong ➸ a.f.i. (slow updates)

one.

My last Christmas in high school, wow. The last year has been rough, I'm not gonna lie. School isn't fun anymore. I hate it. It's not fun being known as the girl with a drunken slut for a mom, and no dad.

People shouldn't judge you based on who your family is, otherwise everyone would be known for having something wrong with their family. I mean that's the way it is anyway, but who cares, not me.

I've basically lived on my own since dad's been gone. Mom is always out drinking, hooking-up with guys thinking that it will help her forget about him, but that's never going to help.

You know how in movies where a daughter and her mom will have this terrible relationship and hate each other, but then the mom comes home one night and the daughter cracks and they have this full on argument about what one did to the other, and then they finally express their feelings and make up? Well I want that and I don't. My mom will probably never talk to me if I cracked at her because I know she can't carry anything else on her shoulders.

She used to be so strong, caring, loving, beautiful, and just all around great. And then when dad had gone something inside of her cracked and died.

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I made it just in time for 1st bell. When I walked in the classroom everyone turned and looked at me. I heard some girls in the back giggling, probably at me. I'm the schools joke now.

I had set my bag down and was about to sit down, but someone pulled my chair out from under me and then the whole class started laughing.

"Spencer are you alright?" Ms. Ross asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, just great" I mumbled.

When I finally sat down the people next to me wouldn't shut up.

"Wanna say it to my face" I snarled.

"Oh what just that you live with a whore who has someone different over every night, and fucks them"

"You know that doesn't hurt me anymore. Might wanna come up something new"

"Oh we have, we don't think your dad died of a heart attack, better yet you killed him"

I felt the tears wanting to pour, but I wouldn't let them.

"Ms. Ross, can I go to the bathroom, please?"

I knew she could tell something was wrong, but didn't want to yell at anyone. She's too nice for that.

"Yes you may"

"Thank you"

As I got my bag and fled the room, someone just had to trip me. I got up quickly wiping the dirt off my pants and running out of the room.

Just as I got out of the room I ran into someone.

"Oh I'm so sorry are you alright?" an Australian accent said.

"Yeah I'm fine" I said getting up and looking him in the eyes. Wow he was really attractive.

"Hey are you alright? Why are you crying?"

"Oh its nothing"

"I'm a stranger you can tell me anything. I won't judge"

"I highly doubt that. You probably know me already because I'm what everyone's talking about"

"Well, I did just get here so I probably don't know who you are"

"Ok well I don't want to tell you"

"That's fine. Can you show me where Ms. Ross's room is? I have her first period"

"That's her room right there, looks like we have first period together"

"Oooo yay! At least I'll know someone"

"Haha, well I'm Spencer. Do you wanna skip with me?"

"Mmmmmm... sure. And I'm Ashton by the way"

"Nice to meet you"

"You too. So where are we going on this day of skipping"

"I don't know, how bout we go downtown?"

"Sounds good. I have no idea where anything is"

"So tell me about yourself"

"Well I'm Ashton Fletcher Irwin, and I was born in Australia. My parents just got a divorce and my dad got custody of me and my siblings, so he decided to move us to America with him. I kinda hate him for that. I'm in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer, but we are on hold cause I'm here. There's Calum, Michael, and Luke. I'm 18, I play the drums and I like Starbucks"

"Wow that's a lot to get an once, but I think I got it"

"Good. So tell me about yourself Ms. Spencer"

"You want the whole story or the short one?"

"The whole story"

"Ok well, I'm Spencer Marie Jacobs, and I was born here in Phoenix where it's unbelievably hot. My dad passed away a year and a half ago and my mom's become a drunk and a whore. I'm the schools biggest joke. Everyone hates me, I even hate myself. The reason I was crying when I bumped into you was because the boys in my math class said they thought I killed my dad and it wasn't a heart attack. So there you have the story of my sad life"

He looked at me speechless.

"I understand if you want to go back to school and never talk to me again. I get that from most people"

"No no not at all. Actually I want to do the opposite. I want to know a lot more about you. You've had such a hard life and it's nice to finally meet someone that hasn't had the greatest life either"

I smiled at him.

"I think you're the first person to ever say that, so thank you it means a lot to me"

"No problem. I'm glad it was me and not some dumbass jerk that wants to get in your pants"

"Me too" I said as we walked out the front doors of school.

"So since you like Starbucks so much, do you want to got there first?"

"OH MY GOD YES!!! THANK YOU I HAVE BEEN DYING TO GO THERE AND GET MY DAILY DOSE FABULOUSNESS!"

"Then to Starbucks we go"