Hi! So, I received your comments. And I very much appreciate them. I finally have a break, so I can update. I think it's pretty short, but let me know what you guys think.
What Calum told me freaked me out. What if Ashton Irwin was to constantly pester me until he got what he wanted. Question is... what does he want?
"The asymptote is an imaginary-" I immediately zoned out because I already knew what the algebra teacher was talking about and I really don't need another review, thank you. My attention goes to whatever was out the window instead.
That's when I spot him. Ashton Irwin, along with Michael Clifford, probably the only person at this school who wasn't afraid of him, were sitting under the shade of the large oak tree of the courtyard. Ashton's waving his hands in the air and talking about something whilst Michael taps away at his phone. I squinted slightly before realizing that they were both sharing a cigarette. It's not allowed on school grounds, but it's better than doing drugs right? Oh wait...
I rolled my eyes and turned back to the board, only to hear Calum giggle. I whipped my head to the side, seeing that he was on his phone as well. Why is everyone on their phones nowadays?
I sigh and at least act like I'm taking notes, when in reality, I'm thinking about what Ashton might do since he's supposedly notorious for not ignoring the people that shoot him down.
I get chills just thinking about it.
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Ashton's POV
"What are you doing on that thing, mate?" I ask with a laugh, seeing my friend smile down at his phone. Mikey turned to me and blushed.
"Nothing. Just a funny gif." He said, though he was lying through his teeth.
"You're the worst liar in history." I deadpanned as Michael scoffed.
"If you must know, I'm chatting someone up. Though it's none of your concern." He replied poshly. I smirked.
"Alright. Get some, Gordon!" I laughed when he flipped me the bird.
"Look who's talking, Fletcher." He snapped. I groaned, because of course I had to have an embarrassing middle name. («I actually kind of like it.)
"Ok, ok. Don't tell me who you're talking about because you wanna be all private all of a sudden." I attempted to guilt trip him.
"Great, that's what I'm gonna do." He mumbled inaudibly. I rolled me eyes and finished the cigarette, tossing it somewhere in the grass.
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I saw Luke at his locker again. I did the same thing I had this morning, only he turned around the first time.
"I'm not your babe. I'm not a babe." He frowned, causing me to so as well. Did this kid not own a mirror? Sure, I'm only here to annoy him, but tjat doesn't mean I can't think he's attractive.
"You bring me down with that pessimist talk." I grunted. Either way, I'm not losing my facade.
"S'not like I intend to." He muttered, looking down at his black vans. He stared at his shoes whilst I continued to talk to him.
"Listen, babe, you're my peak of interest now, so expect some changes in that attitude." I inform. He looked up at me looking slightly confused.
"But why?" He asks in a quiet whisper.
"Because," I smirked. "You seem... fun." With that, I stalked off, leaving Luke even more dumbfounded.
So, I'll try to update more often. That all depends on school. Please leave comments, votes, share this fic. Whatever your awesome hearts desire. :)
