Twdg | Luke and Nick | idk who to love...

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I re-read the text, just to make sure it said what it said. Yeah, it was Matthew. Who else would try to text me just before registration? But then again, didn't he have to go? Even if he didn't have to physically do anything?

"Ash? What's up?" Luke called from the door. I almost forgot he was there...

"I --- I gotta go do something --- important."

"Oh. What?"

"I'll explain later, just tell Mr Chuck that I'm be late or something." Or something.

"Okay? Bye?" He replied, and I had to smile at his confused curious nature. It was kinda cute.

***

"You have any ideas yet?" He asked, as soon as he'd opened the door with his good hand.

I shook my head. It had been less than a day... Of course not!

"Oh, okay." He simply replied, rubbing his temple nervously.

I backed my body to the other side of the shed, placing my back on the wall, so I could at least have a little comfort in my body. A little.

"How's your boyfriend handling this?" I asked, in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

"Not too well. He's still handing out leaflets outside the school. He keeps asking me do I know who it was, I keep saying I don't but... It's only a matter of time before he realises I'm lying..."

"And... Well, what would he do if he found out?" I could feel the tension rising up along my spine into my neck at the thought of Nick pale and red repeatedly being punched, kicked, bruised.

"I don't know. You see, Walt? He's never been violent but... I honestly don't know..."

"You're not going to tell him, are you?" The intense feeling was now invading my brain. I could feel my head gradually warming with suspense, but somehow still cool, from fear.

"I'm going to have to sometime, Ashley. He's my boyfriend and do you know how hard it is to lie to someone you love? Do you?"

"Yes..." And Luke instantly came to my mind. I have a heavy cloud of guilt due to all the times I guarded myself against him. Shouldn't you be able to tell your other everything in a relationship?

"Look, I can keep quiet... For now, but Ash, I'm warning you, he's not stupid. He may be slow on the uptake, but Walt gets there. Eventually."

The bell rang to mark the end of registration. I better get back, before someone other than Luke realises I'm gone...

"Look, I'll find a way, I promise." Though I didn't actually know if I meant it. I only had £5 in my pocket, and that was for lunch.

Matthew looked just as apprehensive but gave me a nod in return, giving me a small wave as I headed off.

***

My hand thumbed around my school bag. Despite the amount of time I had attended this school, I seemed to still forget what lessons I had. When I finally found my timetable, I ended up wishing that I hadn't...

I made my way to the changing room. somehow managing to grab a stall so I could change in private. In more so, in peace.

I'm pretty sure Jane's here today, and after yesterday... I'm not too sure if she'd be thrilled to see me. Knowing her, being here would be the last place she'd ever be seen. Then again, today is PE, her favourite subject. I guess I just have to hope for the best. In other words, I have to stop thinking like I usually do. In other other words, I have to stop being me.

So I ended up waiting until the entire room seemed quiet. By this time I was shaking like mad. I had ironically chosen the stall furthest from the door, and the window latch was open. My arm just about reached the ledge, even when I stood on the small bench so there was no hope there... The goosebumps on my arms were almost like mini mountains and the hairs on my legs could be a forest home to all kinds of bacteria and viruses --- well, if they were small enough...

But when I finally did come out, I was almost certain that I had steered clear from Jane. Almost...

"I need to talk to you." I heard a voice say from behind my stall, making me jump. Do I need to say who's?

"About what?" I asked, as if this was a perfectly normal conversation. And as if I wasn't totally and ridiculously scared... Haha ha...

"About... Yesterday." And I watch her hands slowly clamp around her face.

"What about --- "

"Stop acting so innocent about this, will you?" She snapped and I found myself strangely grateful. Sure it hurt my feelings, but I too was getting kind of bored going round the ball.

"Alright then, fine. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STEAL THE BAG AND FEED WEED TO YOUR SICK SISTER YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"Keep it down, asshole." She must've been desperate as her hand was firmly clamped on my mouth.

"Listen, first of all I'm taller than you so don't call me a 'little' shit. Second, I didn't steal the bag, you just didn't stop me! And third, that couldn't have been weed, you idiot! It would've showed up on her tests..."

"Ohhhh so this is my fault, huh?" I implied, because yes, a lot of things that have gone wrong have been down to me. But this was one of the few times where I refused to be held accountable.

"Noooo... So you have nothing to do with this?" She pointed towards her leather jacket. Any other day I would've silently complemented on how good it looked on her, on anyone. Right now, I would probably feel nothing if I ripped it off, an action I was heavily considering.

"You forced me too... I shouldn't have hung out with you... This was all a mistake..."

"Then why did you? Why didn't you just see sense? Everyone else seemed --- "

"Because I actually thought you'd change, Jane. You even promised, and I was willing to give you a chance, because..."

"Because what?" She demanded, curiosity high in her tone.

"Because --- because we're friends, Jane? Or at least that's what I thought we were." I turned my back to her, in attempt to shield myself from her reaction as my eyes began to water.

"No, we're not." She replied, and I felt the first test stain my cheek.

I felt her carelessly slap my shoulder, pivoting my body to face her.

"We're partners." And a handful of tissues appeared before my eyes.

"Now cheer up," she ordered, "because we're going to fix this. Together."