I'll Always Wait (lashton)

5.

"Hello, My name is Ashton Fletcher Irwin"

I paused as I wrote my full name on the board.

"You can call me Ashton, and I'm originally from Australia" I continued.

It was the first day of class, I was told to introduce myself to the whole class. I examined my homeroom class which consist of 27 students.

I was wearing a tight skinny jeans, black plain shirt that was also a bit tight on my biceps area, and a pair of black converse.

I smiled awkwardly as a group of girls were winking and waving at me, but next to them I could see these badass looking dudes glaring towards me. They were whispering something to each other while still giving me these dirty looks. I rolled my eyes and shrugged it off.

"So Ashton Irwin, anything else you want to share to us?" The teacher explained, I assumed his name was Mr. Howell.

"I guess no" I said.

"Oh come on, how about tell us your hobby" He smiled at, forcing me to tell a little bit of my life to the class.

"Well, I like reading,"

The whole class ignored me except some of the girls that were actually listening.

"...and I could play the drums" I said

In an instant the whole class' attention were all towards me.

Some of the girls pretended to faint. I began to cringed a bit as some of the girls were calling me 'Hot af daddy'

Ew, I hate that word, Daddy.

"Okay then, thank you Ashton. So where do you want to sit?" Mr. Howell asked me.

"Next to me is fine!" I saw a girl with this really glossy lips raising her hand while shoving her friend that was sitting next to her.

"No! How about with me cutie?!" Another girl shouted again.

"Hey, next to me is empty!"

"No! I asked him first!"

They were all shouting and it was starting to get noisy, their high pitched voice was annoying for me to even listen.

"Okay! Settle down girls, to be fair Ashton will sit next to...Mr. Horan" Mr. Howell announced to the whole class. All of the girls were groaning and some of them were saying 'Dammit!'

"Mr. Horan please raise your hand, Ashton you can sit now" Mr. Howell smiled at me, I thanked him and smiled back.

I looked at this blonde boy that was raising his hand, I'm guessing he's not actually blonde because I could see some of his brown roots hair were growing.

"Hello mate! Welcome! My name is Niall James Horan, call me Niall or Ni" He said in his thick irish accent. I could sense his cheerful vibe.

"Hi there. Ashton" I smiled at him, we shook hands.

- - -

After homeroom we had Sociology, one of my favorite subjects. I like it because I could write a whole essay non-stop. Usually everyone would make 2-3 pages but I could make until 5-6. I like writing so much that I even prefer expressing my feelings to a piece of paper than talking it out.

Niall had trouble with Sociology, that's why I helped him out. The topic was easy since I've actually mastered it whilst in Aussie. Some of the ladies were asking me to help them as well, of course I did, but they kept on twirling their pencils to their hairs and making these weird comments about my biceps. It bothered me. Until I had enough with this one girl.