The Only Reason (Muke)

Ashton

Luke's P.O.V

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"Ew, get out of the way everyone! He might have fleas!"

I rolled my eyes and sat down at the table, seeing everyone quickly get up and scamper away.

Can humans even get fleas? Is it the same like lice? Who knows.

"Hey,"

I let out a manly squeal before whirling my head around to come face-to-face with..

"Ashton?" I said wide-eyed before looking around us, seeing almost every eye in the cafeteria on us. My ears got hot at the unwanted attention and I looked back at him as if he were crazy, "What are you doing?"

He rolled his eyes, "What does it look like?"

I fidgeted as hard boiling stares drilled into my back. "You really shouldn't be sitting next to me," I muttered, sliding a glance over to my (secret) boyfriend, "It's going to ruin your reputation.."

He shrugged and smiled sweetly at me, showing his adorable dimples (they were so deep!) and rested his chin on his palm as his greenish hazel eyes shined at me, "I don't care. I want to at least have lunch with you,"

Stares forgotten, I felt my own dorkish grin tug at my lips and I let it spread it across my face as I let out a soft giggle, making some of the hags at the table behind us gag and give death glares.

"So, why is Mr. Ashton-Captain-Of-The-Football-Team-And-The-Most-Popular-Guy-In-School sitting with me, the Lowlife of the school?" I asked only half joking as I played with the straw sticking up from my plastic cup I got from the lunch line.

He rolled his eyes, but his smile didn't leave, "Because you're my boyfriend, and I am tired of hiding that fact,"

My eyes blew wide as his words came out a lot louder than before, pretty much echoing the cafeteria.

~~

"What happened to you?"

He avoided my gaze, "Nothing Lukey,"

I gave him my 'don't bullshit me' look, "Ashton. You don't just come limping to my house with a black eye for no reason. What happened?"

After a long look, he sighed, "The football team kicked me off. And I got mad and started yelling at coach.. So the rest of the team ganged up on me and," he gave a half gesture to his busted up face to finish the story.

I frowned and kept dabbing the cut on his cheek with the peroxide I brought from the bathroom. This has been happening a lot recently... All because he was dating me.

Did I expect us to get like this? Oh, hell no!

The mushy story where the freak of the school having a crush on the football star, and it turns out the jock likes him back, never comes a reality.

But it was my fault he was getting treated like this now at school. Everyone shuns him like they do to me, but they added something to the list of ruining our lives. It is called "they are now the faggots,".

Pfft, that is so old school. Come on people, it's 2012, you guys need to find a better thing to insult gay people with. For all you know, it could be someone's middle name.

Wait, could it be a middle name?

Luke Faggot Hemmings

Whoa, that would be hilariously awesome.

"Luuuuuukkeee,"

I blinked and looked up, "What?"

He sighed at me being so lost in thought, "You've been cleaning the same cut for five minutes,"

"Oh," I said oh so brilliantly, pulling away to get some more cotton balls.

His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist and I stopped before going back up where I was before. I tilted my head at him confusingly, "Ashton?"

Slowly, using the hand that wasn't holding my wrist, he reached out and he gently took my chin with his fingers, pulling my face to his as he looked me in the eyes, "You're so beautiful,"

My ears got hot at tie compliment and I wasn't sure how to respond to it. Like, was I supposed to say thank you (which would probably spoil the mood) or just say he was too (which would also spoil the mood). So-

The feeling of his lips pressing to mine had my thoughts stopped immediately, and I felt myself melt into him like ice as I returned the affection. The hand on my wrist slipped up and he intertwined our fingers.

"I love you,"

My heart pounded faster, "I love you too,"

~

He left.

My hands trembled and my breathing came out shallow. The tears mindlessly rolled down my face as I slid down the wall until I was sitting.

Why would he leave?

I sniffed and looked at the note crumpled in my hand. Slowly, I smoothed it out again and read the ever so slightly messy handwriting.

"Luke, I know this is sudden. And I didn't have time to tell you before-hand. My family is moving over seas. I'm going to miss you, so so so much. I love you Lukey,"

~Your Ashton

I didn't realize that I started sobbing, pretty much ruining my new shirt.

He knew I was a fucking mess.

So why would he leave?

Maybe, he just got tired of me.

Who knew anymore.

~

I hid the scars and bruises my father conflicted on me. I don't see the point though, no one noticed or cared enough to even glance.

My mom doesn't care enough to stop him when he gets home at three in the morning, drunk off his ass.

No one does.

It's even worse while he's sober. He can surely throw a solid punch.

When he gets home from a bad day at work; I pay for it.

When he's drunk; I pay for it.

And when I try to hide, he doesn't care. He likes a good hunt.

~~

One cut.

Two cut.

'No one cares.'

Six cut.

Seven cut.

'Emo fag'

Eight cut.

Nine cut.

'You need help.'

Eleven cut.

Fourteenth cut.

'Fucking freak.'

Does anybody have a point they can tell me?

No?

Then there is no point then.

Then there is no point for me to still be here?

No?

Okay.