Bullied by Ashton Irwin

Chapter 2

It had been a day since I got the note from Luke, and so far, he wasn't hurting me. Was he telling the truth? I still got pushed around by Ashton and Calum, but only in front of Ashton. I kept rereading the crumpled up note, to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me. They weren't, and I don't know if I should be thankful or scared.

I started wondering what it would be like to live a normal life, and not be bullied by three guys (and minor people from my school) everyday. My thoughts quickly dissappeared when my phone started buzzing, signaling that I got a text. It was from Michael.

[Once again, bad spelling crap intended]

Michael: Hey can you let me in you're house plz? Its really cold.

No one else was home, so I figured we could hand out. I got up and ran downstairs, opening the door quickly. As soon as I did, Michael jumped into the house. He was shivering because of the cold. It was normally cold where we lived, but he never put on a jacket. I don't know why he never did, but oh well.

He came inside and started looking for food. My mom always called him the son she never had or wanted, because he was a pig. He found some Doritos and started to stuff his face. An amused look crossed my face, and he just stuck his tounge out at me.

"You always steal food from me, why you do dis?" I joked, but he just stuffed his face with more chips, glaring at me. "Fine, become fat. Not my problem," I said and crossed my arms, looking away.

"Fat and happy," he said, closing his eyes and trying to look like one of those happy anime characters. I shook my head in amusement and grabbed a Yoohoo. After about 10 minutes of standing in the kitchen, watching him eat, and sipping on my Yoohoo, we went up to my room.

We sat down on my bed, me leaning on a pillow while he leaned on the wall. He looked over and saw the note, picking it up nonchalantly. I yelped and tried snatching it from him, but he held it away, still trying to read it over the shaking of his arm.

His eyes widened, but his words surprised me, "So, what's gonna happen? Is Ashton going to stop messing with you?" He looked worried and happy at the same time.

I didn't know how to respond, but I was able to say, "I'm still not sure. I don't think he would give up that easy. After four years, he's on a roll and wouldn't want to stop now. On the other hand, Luke said him and Calum were planning on stopping, but I'm not sure if I trust them. They might just be playing with me, getting my trust to hurt me more. . . . "

"I don't know Megan. It seems pretty sketchy," he said warily. I could tell he was worried, and so was I. I didn't know what to believe. We soon shrugged it off, deciding to watch some TV. We played FIFA and ate chips and salsa till 11:00 PM, it was a school night after all. I soon got up to brush my teeth and have a quick shower. lking back I saw a snoring, messy-haired, Michael.

I hopped in the bed, as it was a queen-sized one, so we both fit. He wrapped his arm around me. (I PUT PAJAMAS ON IN THE SHOWRR, JEEZ PEOPLE. NASTY LITTLE MINDS YOU GOT.) It was comfortable and I fell asleep soon.

-_-~_~*sings* Time Skip Of Magical Time~_~-_-

The next morning, I woke to a pair of strong arms wrapped around me. I giggled and slithered away, Michael was such a heavy sleeper. I got up and went to the bathroom. I put my hair in quick hun, then trotted back out for some clothes.

I decided to go with a 'My Chemical Romance' T-shirt and some dark, ripped, skinny jeans. I grabbed some cute little bracelets. I walked back into the bathroom and did my usual morning routine. Shower, make up to cover the bruises, clothes, and hair.

When I came back he was up. He rubbed sleep from his eyes. "Morning sleepy head," I laughed and he looked at me with a shocked look. He looked around in confusion before realizing he was. I giggled more and he laughed, hopping up and messing up my hair, scratching his fingers on the top.

I glared and he laughed once more before walking from the room. I loved his laugh. It was just different. I soon went down stairs, and my mom greeted us, "Good morning you two. Looks like you slept well," we just shrugged and I put a piece of toast in the toaster. Michael made cereal, and we sat down at the table and ate.

After breakfast, we went to Michaels house so he could get clean clothes. We were going to go to the park just to hang out a little bit. On our way to his house, Luke and Calum passed us. Ashton wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Hey Megan. Hey Michael." I looked puzzled, and it's like Calum could tell what I was thinking. "Don't worry. Ash is sick, so you won't see him today." Michael and I were relieved to hear that, and then Luke asked us where we were going.

Michael and I exchanged a wary glance before finally saying, "Were going to Michael's place so he can get clothes, then we're going to the park." I took a deep breath, keeping my cool.

"Can we come along?" Calum asked.

Michael and I's eyes widened. "Um, sure . . . ?" Michael said carefully. Calum, Luke smiled, a hint of worry in their eye. They clearly knew what Michael and I thought. We started walking to Michael's, making small, dumb conversations. While waiting for Michael in the basement, Luke saw Michael's guitar.

He smirked and picked it up, starting to play it. It was really cool, because I never knew he could play. Then again, who knows a lot about their bullies? We heard some steps, then Michael entered the room. At first thought he would be mad, but he enjoyed it. Michael smiled, joy clear in his eyes.

When Luke was done, Michael just said, "I never knew you could play. You have to teach me how to do that." Luke smiled at him. "Not many people know," he said, putting the guitar down.

"I'm ready, let's go," I said excitedly and jumped up. We were walking to the park, and saw Ashton. Everyone was surprised, even Luke and Calum. Then they turned to us, and gave us a look saying 'follow our lead.' Then they stared with remarks and saying mean things. Ashton walked over and noticed what they were saying, and he joined in.

After hearing the same remarks over and over again, the boys were finally done. It didn't bother me, because I've heard them a million times before. Then Ashton looked at me, and just said, "I need to talk to you." I was kind of scared, but he pulled me aside. He looked at me, and raised his hand. What was he going to do to me?