Scars • hood au

02

c a l u m

WELL who would've thought that I'd be friends with Alexandra Rosenberg, the girl who was always alone and despised. Glad to say that I was surprised she could even talk.

I wasn't really fond with girls so I didn't know how to start the conversation. And that brought me to a level which made me sound like I was being rude while I actually, I wasn't sure about the things I wanted to say myself.

Michael, being the 24/7 happy person, did the right thing by starting a friendship with her. She obviously needed it but she was oblivious to everything.

I wasn't the type of person who liked to judge people here and there especially by their past. Like, it's not cool, man! The past is the past whether you like it or not, it already happened.

Plus, you couldn't blame Alex on the things that'd happened to her. She didn't freaking choose to grow up like that and I could say that I understood.

"Someone's deep in thought..." Ashton's voice pulled me out of my calming trance as he stopped the car at a red light. "What are you thinking about?"

I shook my head, "Nothing, really. Just bored."

He nodded and kept on driving as the red light turned green. Michael was on his phone in the backseat with legs crossed on the window and his backpack on his chest.

"What game now, Mikey?"

I swear to God that purple head and his games.

"Well guess who installed Flappy Bird before it was taken down?"

He laughed and I rolled my eyes whilst shaking my head slowly as Ashton pulled into his driveway, "Guys, help me with loading my mum's stuff from the boot into the house yeah?"

He got out of the car and popped open the boot as I trailed behind.

Yes, Michael Gordon Clifford was still groaning about his low high scores in the backseat.

I rolled my blazer sleeves up higher as I grabbed the other end of the huge box Ashton's holding.

"Yeah, Mike, don't stop doing what you're doing and just rot in there!" I shouted.

Ashton giggled - yes, giggled - as we struggled to get the box in through the garage since it was already opened and we didn't want to risk breaking a couple vases on our way in through the front entrance.

"You and your choice of words, Hood."

And I thought he'd actually rot in there than coming out with us. He took Ash's key out of the ignition and shut the boot for us before locking the car as he followed us into the garage.

"Mike, shut the gate, yeah? Gonna put this huge box in the living room. Let's go, Calum."

Michael went to do as told and I helped Ashton set the box on the coffee table.

"Your mum orders a bunch of stuff." I spoke as I looked around the room and observed the things that belonged to his precious mother. She had a lot of things in her house.

"Well, yeah. I helped pick the box up from the post office since I was bored. Now let's get back to Mikey before he breaks something."

I would like to thank not only Jesus but God for making Michael sit still on the couch.

"I'm frustrated with Flappy Bird." He pouted and crossed his arms like a kid whom someone just took away his bottle of milk.

We grabbed some snacks and canned drinks from the mini fridge Ashton had right before plopping onto the couches.

"So, how was school?"

Both Michael and I gave Ashton the same cold look and he put his hands up in defense, giving us a "Just asking!" look.

"So, nice move, Mike. You gave a hopeless girl a glint of hope."

He smiled and nodded before speaking, "That Emmett gang treats her like shit and I just can't stand them, you know. I've been watching them for a couple days and... yeah."

"Well at least your intentions are good. She needs it." I meant what I said.

"Yeah..."

Ashton swallowed his chips before speaking his confusion and lack of whatever we were conversing about.

I just came to realization, "Oh, right. You don't know Alexandra."

"Yeah why were you so rude to her? She seemed nice. Awfully nice!"

But I wasn't?

"Damn, I wasn't being rude at all, okay! I don't have these ways of talking to a girl."

Michael told Ashton about whatever he needed to know about Alex and I added some stuff he forgot to mention.

It wasn't our intention to talk about her 'bad past' but Ashton needed to know his new friend.

He looked down to his twiddling thumbs, "I feel sorry for her. I really do..."

Me too, Ash. Me too.

Wait what???

Filler chapter.

I'm eating pizza.

I'll edit later kay??

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