What Doesn't Break You (Ashton Irwin Fanfic)

Chapter 10

 A.J.’s POV:

“I just don’t understand why it always happens to you! Of all the luck!” my Aunt said as we finally pulled into the driveway of our house. She has been ranting the entire trip home from school. After getting hit in the face with the dodgeball I was checked over by the school nurse. Once the bleeding was stopped they called my Aunt and I was excused to go home for the remainder of the afternoon.

“Just drop it Aunt B, I’m alright. Really” I said getting out of the car. I really just wanted to go to my room and collapse on my bed. I didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t want dinner, and I didn’t want to get started on my homework. On top of everything that happened today, I also got homework from my two least favorite subjects, French and Physics. Urg!

“Sweetie I’m just saying. The bad luck could just pick on someone else for a change. I swear you have had something bad happen to you every day since stepping foot in this country!” she said getting out of the car to follow me inside.

“Tell me about” I groaned. I wasted no time getting to my room and shutting my door. I took a deep breath and laid down on my bed. After closing my eyes I immediately felt sleep pulling at my conscious. I guess it can’t get much worse, I thought.

My Aunt was right though. Ever since coming here I have had something go wrong almost every day. Maybe Australia just didn’t agree with me, I thought. However, every incident did have one thing in common. They all involved Ashton Irwin.

I don’t know what it was about that boy, but he was bad for me and I knew it. But I also couldn’t help but think about him. I was like a bug drawn towards a bright light. I just couldn’t stay away. Over the next several weeks I found myself unable to keep my mind off him. When we had class together, I would sneak peeks over at him. When I was at home, he was on my mind. I was even starting to get butterflies when I saw that stupid smirk on his face.

I don’t think I had the same effect on him as he had on me though. He still continued to be just as cocky and rude to me as he was on the day I ended up with his drink down my shirt. He never talked to me, unless it was to make some smart ass comment when I passed him in the hallway, and the only times we were ever near each other was in class where he practically ignored me.

It was like after the first couple of days he had all he could take of my bad luck. Three strikes and he was just done with me. I tell myself it was stupid to care so much about a boy I had just met, and who obviously didn’t spend near as much time thinking about me as I did about him. But that didn’t keep the hurt and frustration away every time that I saw him. I just let it eat away at me, while I tried my best to blend in at school.

School turned into a regular routine after a while. My Aunt and Uncle came through with the car, and I was able to start driving myself to school. Driving on the opposite side of the road was very weird, but it started growing on me after a while. I would run errands for my Aunt on my way home from school sometimes, but for the most part I just drove to school and then back home.

Sydnie and I hung out on a regular basis at school, and she also introduced me to a small hang out place in town. It was a smoothie shop called the Pink Flamingo, and it was a pretty chill place to hang out after school and do homework. It had free Wi-Fi, cool air conditioned air, and smelled like fresh fruit. Plus Sydnie worked there, so every now and then I would get a free smoothie. Most of the times these handouts were thanks to her or one of her co-workers messing up an order, but I didn’t mind. I loved almost all fruit, so they always tasted great to me.