My Sweet Escape // Lashton

Chapter Two

A/N: I know the last chapter was really short so this one is longer!

(And better!)

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Ashton's POV:

I walked home from school, three miles and up a hill. I couldn't get Luke out of my head. His blond hair, his lip ring, the way he smiled when he caught me staring at him. That smile could save lives.

I finally got home, my mum greeted me at the door.

"Hi mum." I walked past her and straight to my room. I tossed my book bag on a chair and closed the door. I looked at the time.

4:17

I had another hour before dinner. I flopped on my bed, thinking about everything that happened that day. A jock shoved me in the hallway, calling me an outcast.

A girl I glanced at made a face and started laughing with her friends and pointing at me.

Why does everyone hate me? What did I do to make them hate me?

I dug around in the drawer in my nightstand, finding my scissors in two seconds flat. "I'm sorry, Luke." I muttered after I had done two cuts across my arm. "I'm sorry I'm a fuck up." Two more.

"I'm sorry I'm not perfect." Another two.

Apology after apology, slice after slice. Mum called me down for dinner so I threw on my sweatshirt and went downstairs.

The next day in school I saw Luke again. He smiled at me. I looked away and blushed. I didn't realise he was behind me until I felt his hand on my shoulder. I turned around. "Hi, Luke." I smiled a little.

"Hi, Ashton. How was your first day?" he chewed on his lip ring. What a cutie.

"Oh, uhm, not bad." I lied. I nervously pulled my sleeves down over my hands and looked at the floor. I couldn't tell him what I had done. He'd hate me. He'd tell me to do it again.

"You sure you're okay? You look a little down." Luke said quietly.

I nodded. "I'm okay." Luke walked me to maths and hugged me at the door. That's not some thing I saw him do with his other friends.

I didn't hug him back. He let go and I walked into class. My sleeves came up and Mrs. Hale looked at me, concerned. I pulled my sleeves back down over my hands and sat in the way back of the classroom.

I don't need help.

I can stop whenever I want to.

I can.