The Bullies and The Drummer(Lashton & Malum)

Chapter 1

~this is my first book and I hope you guys like it:)~

*A.I P.O.V*

I woke up to hear my empty apartment. It felt so lonely living alone. But I really can't help it. You see my parents kicked me out 2 years ago. They didn't like who I was. Although I can't really blame them.

I got up and got ready for school. I pulled on my usual clothes a long sleeved shirt and khakis with some vans. I got my phone and car keys and walked out of the door. I got into the car and drove to school.

I got out of my car and walked into the school. As I got to my locker I sighed knowing today was gonna suck, but I just shrugged it off and opened my locker putting my bag away. I felt someone grab my from behind and slam me against the locker. No surprise it was Luke Hemmings along with his friends Michael Clifford and Calum Hood.

"Hey faggot!"Calum laughed at me.

"Why are you even here anyway?"Michael laughed slightly along with him.

"On earth"he smirked at me.

All this everyday for two years really hurts. But just like always I never say anything back I just look down and let the sad look on my face take over. But the anger inside never goes away.

"What you gonna cry?"Michael said trying faking a sad voice.

"Aw the poor baby is gonna cry!"Calum yelled so everyone was looking at me.

"Looks like he can't take a few hurtful words"Luke said laughing.

This just really hurt me and I don't even know why. I put my hands on Luke's that were holding my shoulders against the locker and pulled them away.

"Please not today." I whispered sadly and slipped away from him and walked down the hallway looking down sadly. The way he said a few hurtful words just made me sad.

As I got to the band room I saw that it was empty probably because they were on a field trip or something. I walked in and turned the light on. I walked directly to the drums and sat down I looked around to make sure no one was here and set my books down. I changed clothes because I knew I was going to be getting hot so I changed into some black skinnies and a all time low tank. I grabbed the drumsticks and thought of when my parents left and I started making a beat. Then I started thinking of every hurtful word. Every kick. Every punch. I've ever got and I started playing.

If I'm being honest It felt good to finally get my anger out. It's been bottled up inside me for so long. And now I have a way to set it free and for that I'm extremely happy. For once in 2 years I'm happy. But the thing was I'm also pretty sad because of Luke's words an I didn't even notice I was crying while playing.