Scar Tissue (Lashton AU)

Chapter 2

Ashton’s POV

 

            I walk to school so it took me about 10 minutes to get there. When I arrived, I immediately put my head down. I knew people were staring at me like I didn’t belong. Sometimes attention is nice but at school? No one EVER pays attention to me except for when they want to bully me. I honestly only ever get attention from the teachers. My English teacher looks at me worried almost every day that I walk into the classroom. Her second oldest son died because of a suicide so she knows what a depressed person looks like. Although, I see how she might notice anyhow. My grades have drastically dropped since last year. I never speak, I always wear long sleeves, and I never smile. Though I hide my scars very well, I can’t help but feel that someone has seen them. Then there is this one girl her name is…. OH it’s Sarah! She’s nice to me but she probably talks about me behind my back like everyone else. The worst thing is that she has seen my scars but that was a few months back when they weren’t as bad. Sarah actually sits with me at lunch when she has the chance. I don’t see why though. I am just plain ugly, fat, stupid, Ashton Irwin. There is nothing special about me she’s just playing nice. I also noticed a new kid. His name was Luke… I think. He was cute but no one that cute would ever be gay.

            After the bell rang I rushed out of class with my head down. I was just in English and now its lunch time but I’m obviously not going to eat. I walked down the hall just to be stopped by Jacob, my old best friend.

            “Hey faggot.” I didn’t answer.

            Answer me when I’m talking to you!” He yelled. Usually when I don’t answer my beating is worse. So pretty much every day. Before he could lay his finger on me in any sort of way, Sarah walked over looking pissed.

            “HEY. LEAVE HIM THE HELL ALONE YOU BASTARD.” She yelled pushing him back. My eyes widened knowing where this was going. I grabbed her arm pulling her back with a struggle considering she’s stronger than me.

            “C’mon Sarah. I’m not worth the fight. Let’s just go.” I whispered in her ear. She gave me the look of sympathy that I hated so damn much. She gave him one last glare and grabbed my arm forcing me to follow. Good thing it was my upper arm.

            I sat down at our usual table while she went to go get herself some food. I don’t know how she stays so damn skinny with all that she eats. She then came back still looking mad.

            “Stop being mad Sarah. I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.” I whispered. She looked at me like I had 3 heads and I was kissing a monkeys ass.

            “Ashton. I am NOT mad at you at all. I’m just mad at Jacob for thinking its ok to be an ass to you.”

“I told you Sarah. I’m not worth fighting for.”

“Yes you are. You are worth so many things. You just haven’t seen it.”

“Stop lying to me.” I whispered walking away with my head down. I would have just left but of course I was stopped by Jacob again. He shoved me up against the lockers.

            “You really thought you could skip your daily beating?” He asked laughing evilly.

            “You are in for a treat.” He added in a few seconds later. Him and his group gained up on me and punched, kicked, slapped, and whatever else they could do. That’s when the Luke kid pulled him off.

“What the hell are you doing!?!?” He yelled asking.

            “Just giving the faggot what he deserves.” Jacob replied to him bluntly while slightyly laughing.

“NO ONE deserves your shit Jacob.” Luke said.

“What are you going to do new kid?” He said teasingly. That’s when Jacob stumbled back. Luke punched him, square in the face. Then they all ran away. Luke ran over to me and offered me his hand. I shakily took it so I could stand up.

            “Are you good? Should I take you to the nurse?” He asked looking worried. I just shook my head.

            “Do you talk?” He asked again. I just stayed silent which gave him an answer.

            “Well I have to go but be careful. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said walking away. I know he doesn’t really care though. He’s just faking it like everyone else.

I went to my locker to get my school bag. There was no way in hell that I was going to take off the jacket though. I don’t care how warm I get or if its Australia. I don’t want people to see my arms. Besides the scars and I have a lot of them, there are the bruises. Bruises from all of the hits I get thrown at me in school.