2 truths and 1 lie ☾lashton

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to tell who is talking: luke, ashton, calum, michael, *joyce, .trishta, #chem teacher, ^anyone else.

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luke's pov x
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i shove my face deeper into the pillow, trying to drown out the noise of my alarm clock. it was loud and annoying.

finally after a minute of listening to it i unplugged it, tired of listening to the annoying noise.

i finally got up considering no one is going to get me up. what i mean by this is that my dad is dead, my brothers are gone, and my mom just simply doesn't care.

i check my old iphone4 to see the weather, it's 3.3°C outside so i put on simple black skinny jeans with no holes and a black sweater.

i put on some fuzzy socks and then my combat boots, and then grab a black jacket.

no i'm not "emo" or "goth" i simply just don't own anything of colour, because i went through that emo phase a long time ago and don't have new clothes.

i take my phone off the charger, and shove it in my pocket and grab my backpack, which surprisingly isn't black, it's grey.

i walk out to my car, which was the last thing my dad ever got me, and turn it on. it was freezing outside, and i turned the heat up.

i decided to just listen to the radio on the way to school, not caring what was on this morning.

soon i arrived at the school, and parked in the student parking lot, making sure no one saw me get out of the car.

everyone would wreck my car, or make fun of me, no matter what. so i check and get out of the car.

i walk to the school, and see trishta, my best friend outside. she was in sweats in a t shirt, honestly no caring in a cold morning.

".hey lucass."

"wow very original." i joke.

".hey at least give me a laugh."

i give her a fake sarcastic laugh and we walked into the school.

usually people would be calling me names but trishta was with me so not wasn't going to happen. i know it sounds pathetic a 17 year old senior is being protected by a 17 year old senior, that's a girl.

which isn't a bad thing, i just sometimes feel as if i can stand for myself even though i can't.

we go to my locker and i take my jacket off and trishta comments on my outfit.

".nice sweater."

"i only wear it when we are in the 3's."

"i see your point i honestly just don't care."

"you don't care about a lot of things though."