chapter 3
Ashton kept his head down and continued for the double doors, but Calum didn't stop calling after him. "Loser, I said come here, so come here!" Ashton stopped, but he didn't turn around towards Calum, he just stood there frozen. He didn't feel like dealing with Calum and his shit, he just wanted to get home and be alone with his thoughts and his diary. "Wow, loser, you really need to get your ears checked." Ashton sighed and turned towards Calum as he walked closer and closer to him.
"What the fuck do you want Calum?" Ashton snapped back, not in the mood to deal with Calum or anyone at the moment.
"Woah there big boy, that's a bad word." Ashton scoffed and glared at Calum slightly. "I was just going to tell you that your backpack was open." He added, smirking as he unzipped Ashton's backpack, making all the contents fall to the floor. Ashton groaned and bent down, picking up all of his notebooks and textbooks, looking up at Calum to see him holding the small, brown leather book. His diary. "Oh, what's this?" He asked, opening the small book and turning it to a random page, skimming the first few words, laughing slightly. "Dear diary?"
"Give me that, now." Ashton said, speaking through gritted teeth.
"Why? Because you're a baby that has a diary?" Calum responded, laughing harder now. He scanned the rest of the page, then looked at Ashton. "Awe how cute, the baby has a crush!" Ashton, beyond furious at that point, had lunged at Calum, prying the book from his hands.
"Leave me the fuck alone. I hate you so fucking much, I hope you get hit by a mother-fucking bus." He grabbed his backpack and stormed off towards the doors.
"That's not what your diary said about me.." Calum replied quietly, making Ashton blush a slight shade of pink as he continued towards the doors.
As soon as Ashton made it back to his house he went straight up to his room, even though he was the only one home. He threw his backpack down forcefully, a couple notebooks flying out in the process, and sat down on his bed, holding the small book in his hands. He knew exactly what page Calum read, he remembered writing that page as if it was yesterday.
But it wasn't. It was actually quite some time ago, he didn't know the exact date, he stopped putting dates on his diary entries months ago, maybe even years ago. But he remembered that specific entry.
He remembered how he felt the day he wrote it—a mixture of sadness, heartbrokenness, and defeat.
He remembered how the day he wrote it went—absolutely shitty.
He remembered who he missed the day he wrote it—his best friend, or ex best friend now.
And, to top it all off—it was all Ashton's fault, or, at least that's how he felt.
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authors note: well well well chapter 3 (kinda short, i'm sorry) but i have a surprise for chapter 4 so be sure to stay tuned for that update yay! okay bye i'm tired its 1:30 am
- rozalyn
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dear diary ,, cashton au
Fanfiction"I have a diary." "You're so proud having a diary. 'Dear diary, it's Ashton again, this is my diary.'" This is probably never going to be finished. I wrote this when I was younger and I love the writing style so I'm keeping it up but it will never b...
