★彡 BEHIND THE CLOSET DOORS

JOSH’S POV
One week of school has passed and I’ve made some pretty good progress. Michael and I became really close and there’s this kid named Meyson who I talk to a lot. Ashton and I have kinda made some small talk every other day or so and his crew have given me so many nasty looks.

ASHTON’S POV
“Ashton, babe, I’m close,” Josh whispered into my ear and followed it by moaning again. I grabbed his thighs as I sit on his bed, bobbing my head up and down, sucking and licking Josh’s length. I take my hand and move it up and start pumping him as I lift my head off him and smirk.

“Josh, flip over,” I suggested, but in a slightly demanding tone. I climb on top again and unzip my pants and pull down my boxers, throwing them on the chair at his desk. I pull the lube from the bedside table and rub it down my shaft and over the entrance of Josh’s arse. Just as I position myself in front of the hole, the phone starts ringing

And the phone starts ringing. I wake up from my dream, covered in sweat and dressed in a pair of damp underwear. Shit, I was having a wet dream about Josh. I reach over and answer a call, from Trevor.

“Ashton look, I can’t talk for long but I need you to take me to school today,” Trevor said. You could tell that he’d been crying because his voice was shaking and he did that thing where you take in really deep breaths in the middle of a sentence.

“Sure, where do you live?” I asked.

“2618 Savage View Drive. It’s in the neighborhood Edgewater. Not many people know where it is but it’s right beside Watermill,” he explained, “gotta go, bye.”

And before I could say anything he hung up, leaving me hanging. Why would Trevor call me? He had his other frat boy friends. But I had to be nice to him, especially after what he told me about his family in detention the other day. I got dressed in the same black jeans I wore yesterday, blue flannel and some brown ankle boots. I walked right past the bathroom, not bothering to wash my teeth or shower. (A/U I don’t get why people shower in the mornings. I never can get up early enough) Down the giant staircase and to the kitchen, grabbing my school bag and a protein bar.

“Bye mom!” I called before slamming the door shut and heading to the car. Oh right, mom is at Boston for a business trip. I get the whole house to myself for the next two weeks. The car ride to Trevor’s house was pretty quiet, I wasn’t in the mood to blast some Blink-182 today, maybe because I still feel dirty from my dream last night. By the time I got there, it was already past 8
and I knew we were going to be late.

Once we get to school I park in my normal spot, reserved for me by the student body because I’m Ashton Irwin. I pull out the car keys and lean over to get my bag from the back seat. I climb out and open Trevor’s door too. Once Trevor gets out, I lock the door and dash into the school.

8:28. Shit I’m like 2 minutes late. Calum’s going to be furious. I rush right past my locker and to the science hall. I stand outside of Mrs.Clark’s lab to run my hand through my hair and catch my breathe. I open the door and give Mrs.Clark my “fuckboy” face to get her whipped.

“Ashton, you are late. That’s a detention for you.”

TREVOR’S POV
*Before school started*

I’ve been awake since two nights ago. I’ve been way to scared to sleep. My mom got another few bottles of whiskey and the abuse has been so bad. Since Monday, I’ve cut my wrists a lot. Monday night I cut up to my elbows. Tuesday I cut on my other arm. Wednesday night I cut a few times on my legs but today my arms have been kinda numb and there is no way in heck I’m driving to school myself. I call up Ashton and ask him to take me. My wrists feel like the thing you experience when you shave and cut your leg or something. Then when you apply pressure, it really hurts and stuff.

I really didn’t want to go to school today but I felt like I need to. I mean my mom is going to find out if I skip and beat the living poop out of me.

CALUM’S POV
I see Josh walking into the school front doors with that dweeb, Michael. Hahaha, who does he think he is. He can’t just pretend to be friends with us and ditch us for Michael. Not that I care, it’s just that I should be the person who is ditching people.

I walk up to him. And slap him across his face.

“What do you think you’re doing? Huh? You think you can just become friends with us and then ditch us?” I yell. There was spit coming out of my mouth as I talked and I knew that my face was red. Another punch landed on Josh’s face, this time landing on his nose and blood spewed out.

“I don’t want you talking to me, Luke, Sabrina, and especially not Ashton!” I continued, continuously punching and hitting him. I stand up after a few more punches and walk away like nothing ever happened. I go to my locker, where Sabrina was already waiting. Ugh. She is getting so annoying and too attached to me. She cheats on me all the time but I could care less. I still need to pretend I like her because she will make my school life living hell if I dump her.

JOSH’S POV
My nose was bleeding like crazy and I felt really sore from Calum kicking and punching me. I knew that Calum hated me but I never knew he would beat me up.

I run out of the school at straight to my apartment. That’s like running for 4 miles. I unlock the door and rush to my bathroom. I wasn’t sure how to clean myself up but I soaked a towel in water to clean up some of the dried blood.

I climb into my bed and fall asleep.

Notes

Ahhhh DRAMAAAA. I'm so sorry for not updating I had three final exams to study for and like 5 pages of research to do for the ww2 project.

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