Love of A Bully

Love of a Bully: Part 3

when the final bell rang i went to my locker to grab my stuff when Ashton popped up again. 

"Hey"

"what do you want now Ashton?" i said closing my locker and walking away.

"well i know its none of my business but i wanted to know if you were okay?"

"about chem? ashton I'm fine"

"Hye Ashton!" some girls from the cheerleading team came up to him. "why are you talking to shadow girl?" one of them asked.

"he's not," i said, walking away. i walked out the school and because i felt like walking just halfway home. took the bus th rest of the way. when i got home i noticed someone who shouldn't even be here. claire."Mom!" i and walking into the kitchen. "why is Claire here?"

"funny story," my mom said washing the dishes, "her dad and John work in the same company now. there in the garage." i went back to the living room.

"why are you here? i thought you saw sick" i asked then she just glared at me.

"who told you that?"

"uhm..just heard it around school" i refuse to tell her that her boyfriend talked to me at all today.

"well I'm not and my mom made me come here, this place smells like a farm. i wouldn't take my last dying breath in here." she said walking around me. "but because our dads are working together now and friends, my dad thought it was a good idea that we became friends."

"really?"

"yeah but that's never going to happen. i wouldn't want to be friends with a  low-no life loser like you" she said getting in my face. her da came in along with mines in the living room smiling and laughing as Claire bounced off me.

"hey girls," Claires dad said

"hey papa"

I slowly slipped out of the room and upstairs to my room. i don't know why but tears started to fall out since i was thinking too much about what Claire does to me. why does she do it? s the one question that keeps on creeping into my mind. shes right though. i have no life. no friends. so is it even worth it? i heard knocking on my door and quickly dried my tears and called for them to come in.

"what the hell is wrong with you Vanessa?" John said angrily

"what happened?"

"so I can go to hell huh?" i seemed a bit to confused at what was going on, so i kept quiet and just stared at him. "i go talk to Claire and she tells me that you said her father and i can go to hell"

"John i didn't say that i swear."

"i don't want to hear it Vanessa," he said putting his hand up. "Friday night there coming over for dinner and you're going to properly socialize with them."

"John!"

"I'm done," he left the room and i went back to crying. i saw he leave the door open so i got up to close it and lock it. i slid down the door crying. i m so tired of getting treated like this. i cant take it anymore and i won't. 

~~~~~~ THE NEXT DAY~~~~~~

i was in my geometry class and something felt off. ashton wasn't here. i continued to look at the door for him but i didn't see him. claire again wasn't here today. i had the small thought that they had skipped school together until I saw Ashton rush in.

"Your late irwin." the teacher says without looking at him. 

"sorry i overslept," he said walking over to his seat. i just stared at him as he came over to sit. "sup vanessa"

"Hey," he sat down and got straight to work. throughout the class, i noticed he keeps glancing at my shirt. it was a blink-182 shirt. "ha do you like them?"' i ask quietly.

"Like who?"

"Blink-182"

"no, i don't even know who or what they are. cool shirt though," he says quickly. of course, he wouldn't know blink. not everyone nowadays does. all everyone listens to know is pop and hip-hop. the bell rang a few minutes later. i gathered my stuff and got up. "you know," Ashton said following me. "i was talking to you yesterday."

"you asked me if i was fine and i said yes, you don't want to be seen with me anyway Mr.popular,"

"Ha, my name isn't mr.popular an I'm not talking about physical pain. emotionally, mentally, are you ok?" i stopped in my tracks to see that he really wanted to know. i look around to see people staring and snickering around me.

"I'm fine," i said quickly walking away from him. as i was walking i turned back to see what he was doing and i saw him talking and smiling to someone else. i knew he didn't care and i refuse to tell him my problems.

Later that day in chemistry, Ashton was once again late but his friends were here. they were facing each other talking to each other until the one with black hair turned to talk to me.

"Wheres Ashton?" he asked.

"How am i supposed to know where Ashton is?"

"i don't know. you too seem to talk a lot,"

"No, we don't and-" my sentence was cut short by Ashton coming in. since we had a sub, he gave his name and he came to us. 

"Hey guys," he said smiling at them.

"why have you been late to everything all day?" the blond one asked. he struggled his shoulders

"busy and tired," he said pushing the black haired kid out his seat. he sat down than looked at me then back to them. then back to me.

"were these bozos bothering you?"

"so what if we were or not?" the black haired kid asked.

"it dont" he said laughing. hes right though. it dont matter if they was bothering me or not because ashton does it anyway.