Let Me Save You {P!aTD}

I Want To Believe

Ashtons POV:

I got off the bus and slowly walked to the high school campus listening to all the different conversations around me. Not to be creepy, just to get some sort of idea of the things people talk about here. I mean from normal people, not like the guys I talked to before I got on the bus. I'm pretty sure the bus ride will be my least favorite part of the day.

The bus ride consisted of me sitting in the back trying to drown out the group of immature teenage boys talking about how many different ways they could get me pregnant. We also hit a bump and my hood slightly came off, and i'm pretty sure i'm the freaky emo girl the group of girls in front of me are talking about. Whatever, at least i'm not wearing shorts that barely cover my butt.

"Why blue hair? It wasn't even a pretty blue either, it looked my dads faded blue Corrado he gave away." Says a girl wearing a tight crop top.

Yep, it's me they're talking about. 

"And what about her sweatshirt?" The same girl says while laughing, "I mean, who even listens to Third Eye Blind anymore?"

That's it. It's fine if you make fun of me, but not the music I listen to.

I purposely run into the girl trash talking Third Eye Blind and keep walking.

I can still hear them talking about me. I turn around and walk backwards then yell just loud enough for everyone outside to hear me, "Hey! I really don't think anyone wants to see your stomach rolls so why don't you do everyone a favor and pull your shirt down a little!"

Her face turns a bright red. I laugh, "Emo freak, out!" I solute her and turn back around then continue walking to the school with a smirk on my face.

I can hear people around me snickering and pointing at her. I honestly don't have even the least bit of sympathy for her. She deserved that.

I hear people whistling at me and I turn around only to see the same group of guys from earlier. I roll my eyes. This is really getting annoying.

I turn around and meet a set of brown eyes that are a little to close to be comfortable around. I scream and the eyes stumble backwards into a body. A guys body. Black bangs and sideburns, red rimmed glasses, lavender hoodie, big lips. He looks so similar.

"Ashton?" He smiles a toothy smile.

Oh hell no. I know this person. Its him. 

"Don't talk to me." I leave him and run into the school.

I quickly find E113, my first period class, and rush to a seat.

Well, he looks a lot different. And did he..smile at me? Does he not remember middle school? He made my life a living hell and i'm not going to let that happen again.

I doodle all over the notebook paper i'm supposed to be taking notes on.

"That's really good." I look to my left. It's him again.

I grab my stuff and slide to the empty desk on my right. He replaces my empty seat with himself. I move down one, he follows. He smirks at me. I glare at him and quickly move to the other side of the classroom.

The bell rings for 2nd period. I leave the classroom and head down the hallway just as a certain someone catches up to me. I sigh loud enough for him to hear.

"Okay, all I want to know is why you're acting like this."

I laugh, "You're kidding right?"

"If you answer me I swear I won't ever bother you again."

"Has your head been stuck up your ass your whole life?"

"Uh, no?"

By now i'm dying of laughter. He's so oblivious to everything he's done to me.

"I swear to god Ashton, if this is about 6th grade, you're hopeless."

I stop laughing, "excuse me?"

"Is this really about that? Wow. I thought maybe by now you would have at least grown up enough to let one tiny thing go."

"One tiny thing?" By now I was furious, "Brendon, you were the reason I moved to Michigan. You were the reason my life has been falling apart piece by piece."

The tardy bell rings. I don't care. I'm not going anywhere till he gets some common sense knocked back into him.

His jaw drops, "Are you kidding me? I never even did anything that bad to you!"

"Are you kidding me? Do you not remember all the insults you shot at me, the time you purposely flipped my lunch tray in front of the whole grade,  the day you and you're posse robbed me free of my house keys then fucking stole my dog?! I don't even know how you managed to do that with out getting arrested."

He laughs and crosses his arms, "What about that time I pants'd you in the hallway? Ah, memories."

Was he seriously taking this as a joke? "I can't believe this. You're even more of a douche bag than you were in middle school."

"Aw, thanks ash." He says as he ruffles my hair. I slap his arm away and cross my arms.

He sighs, "Look, i'm sorry for all that. I was having a lot of issues with my parents back then and I guess I decided to take all my anger out on you. You're really cool and I really regret doing all that dumb stuff to you, I swear i've changed. I left that awful crowd I hung around. I stopped harassing people. I just really want to be friends with you. When I heard you came back I thought that we could just forget about sixth grade and start over."

Did he really mean that? Or is he just trying to see how stupid I really am?

"I'm sorry Brendon but it'd be really hard to forget what happened in middle school. I don't think i'd be able to."

Did he honestly think i'd forgive him that easily? I may be desperate for a friend, but not that desperate.

He rubs his neck and looks down, "Well, what do'ya say we ditch class and talk this over some smoothies? I know a place where we can get some for free." He looks up at me and smirks. This smirk was not anything like the one he wore in class. This smirk was friendly and I hate to say it, but it was really adorable.

I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I'm just praying i'm not blushing. I shyly smile, "Sure." Did I just agree to go get a drink with Brendon? What have I become.

{{ Aw yis. a new chapter after waiting two weeks. yeah..sorry bout that..

buuut I fInAlLy WoRkEd BrEnDoN iN tHeRe! I deserve a gold star.

okie dokie i'm going to work on 'I Miss Your Bones' now because I keep procrastinating.

Emo Freak, Out! (ha, see what I did there?)

-Riley }}