dear diary ,, cashton au

chapter 2

chapter 2

Ashton thought of all the possible places he could have left or even placed his diary, and all the possible outcomes that could happen if someone else had found it there.

Maybe he left it in his locker? No one could get into his locker but him, no one else knew his combination. But, he very rarely used his locker, if ever. He only opened it once a day.. if that.

Maybe he left it in his room? His siblings were at school and his mother never went into his room, so there was a pretty good chance no one would find it there. If that's where it even was.

Maybe, could he have left it on the dining room table? Surely if he did someone at his house would find it, maybe even read it.. None of them deserved that, they didn't deserve to know what thoughts he had, to know what went on in his head. More specifically the dark thoughts that kept returning, creeping back into his mind like poison.

He didn't know where else he could have left it. It was highly unlikely that he just left it wherever, he was very protective of his diary. It could have been because if anyone knew that he—a 17 year old boy in high school—had a diary, well, everyone would know. That shit would spread like wildfire throughout the school, maybe even the country. Headlines everywhere, he'd be the laughing stock of the entire world.

It could have possibly been the fact that if anyone read what was in it, they'd be completely freaked out. He didn't sugar coat things when he wrote them, why should he? His eyes were the only ones going to see everything on those pages. His eyes were the only ones going to see every thought that he had about anything and everything. His eyes were the only ones going to see every word he's ever been called, every little thing that has stuck with him, and probably will stick with him for a while.

Ashton sighed and snapped out of his thoughts, glancing at the round clock that sat high above the white board covered with notes he probably should have written down.

5 more minutes of this hell.

He could do this, maybe. Going home was always the hardest part of the day, as weird as it seemed. He was always stuck at the end of the group to pile out of the building, always being stuck with the jocks and the popular kids, the ones that all hated him so much.

Why? He wasn't exactly sure, he wasn't exactly sure why anyone hated him. He didn't do anything. Sure, he could be annoying, but what teenager wasn't? But he did know when to talk and when not to talk. He knew how to act and how not to act. If he wanted to, he could act invisible, in fact he already did that, so why people still noticed him was a mystery to him.

The bell rang and everyone lifted from their seats, darting toward the door, not having a care about Mrs. Jones had to say about the Algebra homework for that weekend. Ashton walked towards the door and then to his locker. He put the combination in quickly and opened the tiny door, sighing in relief when he saw his diary. He had his safety blanket back with him, and no one had read it.

He grabbed the small book and stuffed it into his backpack quickly and started for the doors after he shut his locker. Until he heard it, the words he hated hearing most every day: "Hey loser! Come here!" He knew that voice from anywhere, it could only be one person.

Calum fucking Hood.

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authors note real quick: this chapter was more thoughts than actions sorry and i skipped the school day because it's boring so yeah more action next chapter. but hey, calum's in the picture now so yay. anyways, yeah. sorry okay bye.
-rozalyn