chemical kiss | ashton irwin

Chapter Eight

I'm sorry I update frequently it's probs v v annoying :/

It was finally the last day of school. I was going to go hang out at Janie's house for a few hours after school ended and catch up with everything since she was also absent on Tuesday and Wednesday, she was sick, she told me.

Dad was okay. His lip was all busted but he was alright, he didn't get mad or anything. He told me he understood how worried whoever owned that house would have been and that he shouldn't have broken in in the first place.

Ashton remained a lock to me. All I needed was the key, and then I'd probably open up to him. He stopped leading his friends to my table at lunch, which I was elated about. I just listened to music while they crashed at their own little table. As a whole, Ashton stopped paying me attention, and I didn't know how to feel about that. Was he okay? Did something else happen, something I wasn't involved in? I didn't want to enter his personal life, because he seemed so secluded and dangerous and just not my type. I wanted to know if he was doing fine, but I didn't want to know, because he I was afraid he might just yell at me or start being so rude to me again.

I rode to school on my bike as always, locked it on the bike rack, and went to lean against the wall, thinking it was safe because Ashton seemed to grow out of cornering me in the mornings.

I turned my music on. with ear buds of course. I listened to "Bleeding Out" by Imagine Dragons.

On my phone I had a very limited number of vocal artists. I had Ed Sheeran, Hey Monday, Hollywood Undead, Imagine Dragons, Bastille, Plain White T's, and All Time Low, but that was it. My dad and Janie always teased me for being so picky but I let it go because these were the only bands or single people I liked to listen to.

I watched as Luke parked in the car park with his fancy white sports car, and the four boys I hated all climbed out like they were FBI agents, like they did every day at school so far. Hopefully today would be the last day I saw that car and the passengers.

I looked down so my staring didn't catch the attention of the boys, but I looked back up when I heard their footsteps approaching. They didn't circle me, they had actually been a couple of feet away from me, so I smiled, but Luke gave me a cold look and asked Ashton something I couldn't make out.

Ashton shrugged and I faintly heard him say, "I don't know, I can't control it."

School zoomed by quickly. Mrs. Fryar, the math teacher for my grade, gave us a pop quiz, like always. In computer, Mr. Gibbs let us play games the entire time. Mrs. Gosford allowed us to have yet another free period. Ms. Sandberg did a lab demonstration, it made a combination of chemicals explode. It was awesome in my eyes, I loved science. Anyway, the history teacher didn't do anything because we had a pep rally during his class. Then we were dismissed.

I ran to my bike and rode freely up the hill to my house since we were told not to bring our backpacks to school that day. It was cool, having the weight lifted off my shoulders for once.

I rode to my house and put my bike in the garage. I went inside and left my dad a note to to remind him I'd be at Janie's, because he was still at work and he would be going to the gym afterwards. Plus, he was kind of forgetful, so it wouldn't surprise me if he lost the memory of me going to my best friend's house since it was the last day of school.

As soon as the note was written legibly, I taped the paper on the refrigerator, where my father always seemed to look. I went outside, deciding to walk to Janie's house because she lived semi close.

Janie's mother answered the door with her big and genuine smile, not hesitating to let me inside. I greeted her and ran up to my best friend's bedroom.