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Chapter 7

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Lukes POV:

"Luke." Jace seems to have calmed down, he's not breathing as heavily now and his grip on my shoulder has loosened a little. I'm still cared as fuck, I've never been beaten up by Jace before, we're mates, though I've seen the work he does on ashton, I definitely don't want that.

"Yeah, mate? What's up?" I'm trying my hardest to keep calm, but my voice is shaking, this guy is bigger than me.

"Well, mate," he spits the word like poison, "It seems we have a vandal on our hands. Mind explaining the empty egg carton I found in your locker, and the smashed egg all over my car?" He's speaking through gritted teeth, almost growling, but, unless I was overly drunk, and/or high, last night, I did not vandalise Jace's shit. That car is his prized possession, everyone knows that, dosed up on drugs or not, no one could be stupid enough to mess with Jace, definitely not his car.

I don't have time to explain whatever's going on here before I'm winded by his powerful fist colliding with my stomach. As I catch my breath and get over the initial shock I try to fight back, pushing him backwards into a wall and punching him in the jaw, we've gained a crowd already. People are yelling and laughing around us while Miss Smith tries to work her way through the crowd, shoving people and screaming for us to stop. She's a strong woman, and doesn't back down. She teaches my PASS classes, she certainly doesn't like to be ignored.

Jace's mouth is bleeding but he still makes an effort to leave a purple mark under my eye, and takes a few more punches to my stomach before Miss Smith tears us apart. She's quite visibly fuming, clawing at the back of my shirt as I try to bet back to Jace, just so I could have the last hit. But man, this woman is strong. She basically throws me to the side and pushes Jace towards the office, but not before shooting me deadly a look that says 'don't think you've gotten away with this.' The crowd backs away as Miss Smith basically growls at everyone in her way, and people get back to whatever they were doing before the fight.

My stomach is aching, and I've only just gotten over the adrenaline rush, so all the pain starts to kick in. I take myself off to sick bay, barely being able to see out of my right eye, which is swollen and probably already black. On the way there, I start thinking about what the fuck Jace thinks I did and how I got framed.

Oh my shit. Why is he here? Again?

Ashton's POV:

Oh no. God no. Please no.

Luke walks into the sick bay, looking almost as confused as I am, and in the eye that isn't swollen shut, I could swear I see a hint of empathy. He tells the nurse where he's hurt, and I see that she already knows who did this. So do I. But why? Luke and Jace are mates. I think. But, he's got an ugly yellow-green coloured bruise on his stomach, but I see the twinkle in the younger nurse's eye when he lifts his shirt, and a black eye.

The nurse leaves to get Luke some water and a wrap for his torso, and I wish I could sink into a hole right now and never come out. He's gonna give me so much shit, he'll probably beat me again.

"So, man. What happened to you?" Luke asks, in a friendly enough tone. This is so confusing, but despite my fear and general confusion at his attempt to make small talk, I work up the courage to reply sourly,

"I think it's pretty obvious, man. I'm surprised you weren't there to help him today." By the look in his eye, he gets it. He knew before, the asshat just wanted to rub it in. I got beaten again. By his friend.

"Rough. But hey. Same, so I guess we're kind of on the same boat here, aye?" What the fuck is wrong with him. He's supposed to be a shithead, doing drugs all day and smashing people into walls. Not sitting here, winded and injured trying to converse with the lamest, shyest kid in school.

I don't reply, and I think he gets the idea that I don't really want to be talking to him. But he just keeps going.

"You okay, bro? You don't look so good. Where did he hit you?" As the words come out of his mouth, I see his own confusion. It's quite cute actually, it's like watching a puppy trying to figure out why it can't catch it's own tail.

Wait. No it's not. It's hideous. This guy is horrible and should never be called cute in any context. But again, I don't reply. Because I know he didn't mean it, especially when he starts laughing.

"Ha, nah. It's okay. You know what? I would've been there to help him beat you, too bad I was late for school. Had to buy some more cigarettes. Maybe I'll make up for it later."

There's the Luke I was expecting. Now I'm back to being scared shitless.

Lukes POV:

Man, I really am a douche. I swear to god this kid was about to piss his pants when that sentence came out of my mouth. Dick move. But I can't let him know how much I...

Don't hate him as much as I hate everyone else.

I've never had a real conversation with Ashton, I was trying, I did try, but he just wasn't into it. So, I'll stick with being the drug addicted asshole that my reputation rides on.

But I wasn't buying cigarettes, I flushed some very old, very good friends of mine today, it was time. But no one needs to know that.

I'm gonna try talk to him again at lunch, pretend I'm gonna beat him, so no one thinks I'm a wimp, but let him know it'll be okay.

I need to go out partying. I'm way too soft lately, need a night to remind me the type of person I am.

I finally get out of sick bay after another 10 minutes of awkward silence with Ashton and the nurse basically in awe of my stomach, I have my bandage and spot Cal walking toward the field. Apparently he can't do any sports or anything for a while, but he's allowed out of bed. He sees me and bolts in the other direction. Confused as fuck, I go after him, and finally catch him as my torso throbs and my eye stings. He looks like he's about to run again, so I hold him tighter.

"Bro, what the fuck?" I whisper-yell, as he attempts to get out of my grip.

"Dude I'm sorry I needed someone to blame it on, I was insanely drunk because I was allowed out so I partied and it was really stupid and your locker was closest to me this morning so I just shoved -" he explains at such a speed that I'm nearly unable to understand him and doesn't take a breath the whole time.

What is he on about? Blame it on? Blame what on? My locker? What does that have to do with anything? What did he shove in -

Oh. I get it.

{hi I'm done I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages but I almost have 1k reads what the fuck ily all, I could've written a shitload more in this chapter but I'm super tired and this seemed like an okay stopping point. The rest will be in the next chapter. So, what did you think of this chapter? Leave me feedback? Would be great. So, hopefully I'll update within the next 3 days if I'm not too lazy (: byyye x}