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~~~Ashton's POV~~~

The next day 

I can't believe I took her to my special place. Not that I regret it but I don't know why I did it. I had the most amazing time with her yesterday , just relaxing and escaping from everyone else. Having someone there, even if she didn't know why I need that space in the first place.

She didn't push or become too nosy about my past, which obviously existed. She was just there and her mere presence was enough to calm me and forget about the pain.Something I haven't been able to do for 2 years.

That second my alarm decided to blare and try and wake my lazy ass up. OK you bastard, I'M AWAKE!

I turn off the alarm and slowly get up from my bed to make my way to the bathroom.

It feels nice not to have a hangover every morning. I didn't drink at all yesterday, which is not normal for me. I drink every day, you might think I have an addiction but I went a whole day without alcohol and I didn't miss it once.

I'll probably be interrogated this morning in school on why I didn't go to a party or have one of my own.

We all have two sets of friends, one that you party with and one that you can relax and talk with, without alcohol or drugs.

The football team are my real friends and I would die for them, I know they would do the same. Other people that I might be able to call 'friends' are just a means for me to forget the pain because my real friends don't approve me drinking away my pain.

Of course they drink as well, but only on occasions or a weekend, not like me everyday. They are fun but responsible when they have to be, that's not saying that they are innocent in any means necessary.

They are just the fun kind of people, that are there for you but won't ruin your life.

After I finish my routine in the bathroom. You know the normal:brush teeth,wash face, comb air and spray perfume. I walk out and over to my closet to pick out some clothes.

I pick my usual casual jeans, today was a simple black t-shirt and my leather jacket and some simple shoes, I don't know what they are called.

I throw my leather jacket on my bed because it's way too early for me to be getting to school. I always wake up and hour and a half early so I can go and work out in our gym for an hour and have time to shower, but this morning I don't feel like it and just walk over to my guitar and music stuff in the corner of my room.

Just to give you a better understanding, my parents are filthy rich and we have a massive house. Massive as in, it's not a house but a mansion.

We have our own movie room,gym,library,music room and many other rooms I can't be bothered to list now, but you get the point. We have a big house but my parents work damn hard to be where they are.

They are rarely ever home so that's why my 'friends' love to hang out with me and always at my house.

My room is massive, having little steps in it as well. My bed was in the middle surrounded by the steps. On the left side was my art side, painting and paints,pencils; that kind of stuff.

Near the corner were my school desk and books, who wants to spend too much space on that stuff, but I want good grades so I have to just sit down and do it.

The whole right side of my room is my music side. I love writing and playing , whenever I get the time. Recently I have had writers block and lyrics haven't been able to write.

Most of my songs are about pain and loss,no I haven't write sappy love songs like everyone else.

Today however I suddenly felt the urge to sit down and write a couple of lines down and strum some chords on my guitar. I think I know what or more like who, has given me the sudden inspiration.

I must have been writing for an hour because suddenly I hears a loud BANG! and my best friend race though my bedroom door.

This is his second house, he has a key and everything,not that I care, he is my best friend. His entrances get better everyday, it's a great way to start my day.

His name is Blake and he is 18, like me. We have most of our classes together, we found out yesterday. He is also in the football team with me, so we spend most of our time together, in and out of school.

He runs over and does a front flip and lands straight on my bed, all while looking relaxed with his hands behind his head.

He looks over at me and by the look in his eye I know he has a lot of questions. probably some of them match mine.

"Whatcha doin'." he says in a girly voice, making me laugh.

"Just writing." I on purpose keep my answer vague. I don't need him teasing me about who the song was for and what it was about.

"You haven't written in a while." he states, looking a little sad.Probably remembering why I write in the first place.

Blake and Jace, are the only friends that know what happened, they are the only people I trust that much.

Blake and Jace are twins but are nearly nothing alike. While Blake is the sporty and outgoing one, Jace is the artsy and more geeky guy, but everyone loves him.

"I know, but I felt like it today." I shrug my shoulders, letting him know that I don't want to talk about it, if I did then he would already know.

I'm not one of those guys that doesn't talk to anyone and thinks feelings are for women, of course there are some things no one know, but who doesn't have those.

I have always confided in Blake and he in me. It's hard letting people in but you have to trust some people that they won't use or hurt you.

I'm that guy in your school that everyone talks to but when you really think about it, you don't know much about them.

I am mainly with my friends but I don't ignore people that want to talk to me in class. You'll be surprised when you find out your math geek has a sense of humour or the quiet kid has a hobby the same as you.

I don't like the stereotypes that people give out, you can be more than one thing.

I have always been labeled and up to 2 years ago I would have cared but now I don't and ignore all the rumours.The people closest to me know the truth or can ask me if they are not sure.

"OK, are you done for now?" Blake asks me and I nod.

"Then come on, we'll be late for school and we don't want that." he says and rolls his eyes.

I walk to my now empty bed and take my leather jacket and put it on. Blake is probably already outside on his bike. I walk to the kitchen and grab my own set of keys.

I lock the house and make my way to the garage to take out my brand new bike that got 2 months ago on my birthday.

I take out my massive black bike and lock the garage as well before making my way to Blake who is ready to leave.

We drive side by side, the 10 minute drive to school and lock out bikes so they don't get stolen.

We have pretty awesome motorbikes.

People were staring at us ,like any other day. I was curious to find out if I have any classes with Violet though. I can't believe I never noticed her until now.

Blake and I just walk in, no need for useless chatter between us, silence works just as well.We both make our way to our different form rooms just in time for the first bell to ring.

I don't have many friends in my form class so I mainly just listen to music and doodle if I feel like it.I do however have a lot of the school sluts in my form, who just don't get the meaning of 'no'.

There were some decent people but they all had their own groups, so I don't bother to join into their conversations.

Mr Cambel walks in and plasters a fake smile on his face. Who could blame him, with this kind of form.

"We have a new classmate today. She is not new to the school but she is changing forms, so please be nice and she should be here any minute." with that he walks to his desk and gets ready for his first class.

I am now curios who would change their form this late in the last year? I mean we've been with the same people for 7 years now, some even more. Just to be clear we are Year 13 now.

We only have 10 minutes left of our 15 minute form time and Mr Cambel stands up and walk to the door to welcome the new girl.Well not exactly new but new to our amazing form. (note sarcasm)

I look up to see who it is and I am instantly happy to see Violet standing at the front of the class looking as beautiful as ever.She looks a little nervous but who wouldn't be.

Mr Cambel quickly introduces her and warns everyone to be nice, I think he knows most of the class won't be. Nearly all the girls will fell threatened by her beauty.

She looks around the class to find a seat and it's the first time today that our eyes meet. Damn I've become such a girl!

I smile at her and she looks a little hesitant to smile back but she does in the end. I glance at the empty seat next to me, showing her that I want her to sit next to me. She smiles at me again and makes her way to me.

She sets her bag on the desk and takes a seat next to me. I am sitting right at the back on a 2 people desk. Normally people don't bother me and I am glad for the little privacy we have.

When you turn to face the person sitting next to you, like we are now, you can still see the rest of the class but nobody can hear your conversation. Violet has her back to the rest of the room, and thank god for that. Some of the girls are sending daggers at her back, but when they catch my eye they turn flirty and nice.

Fake ass bitches!

I focus all my attention on Violet, like it should be.

"Hey." she is the first one to break the small silence.

"What no hug for me?" I act all hurt and disappointed and am rewarded with a laugh from her and she opens her arms wide.

"Oh come here baby." she pouts in an adorable way. I take my chance and lean forward to take her in my arms for a tight hug.

She feels perfect in my arms. I have my face in her neck and hers is in mine, and I don't want to move away. She smells of flowers and I have just become addicted to this scent.

We stay like that for a little while before we decide to let go, in case we look weirder than what we do right now. Sitting in the back corners hugging and sniffing each other like we haven't seen each other in years.

We both pull back at the same time and both of us do it reluctantly. She has a slight blush on her face which is so sexy and she doesn't realize. I'm happy I have the same affect on her as she does on me.

"Feel better now?" she takes us back to the joking atmosphere.

To be fair it's scary how attached I've become to her in a day. I notice things I never have before and feel things I thought I never would.

"Much better." I give her a wide smile, to which she chuckles a little.

The bell rings and I didn't even realize that 10 minutes have passed and we only just said hi. I don't want to leave her, I don't know when I'll see her next.

We stand up from our seats and are the last out of our class but not before Mr Cambel tells me to take care of Violet. Most probably because he saw that we knew each other and the rest of the class might make her life hell.

I know the stereotypical high school movie.

I check my diary to see what lessons I have today:

1)English Language

2)Maths

3 and 4) Double PE

5)Chemistry

I ask Violet what classes she has to see if we have any of them together and it turns out we have PE and Chemistry together, better than nothing. I have 3 lessons with her today!

I won't see her until 11 so we say bye and make our way to completely different corriders, since she has Spanish first.

I make my way to English Language and make my way to my seat from last year and see Blake already there waiting for me. We chat for a few minutes waiting for our teacher to arrive.

Mrs Danver entrers the class and walks to the front and turns back to welcome us.

"Year 13, welcome back to school!"