Our hands brushed and I looked away. I hate him, why am I blushing? He smirked and pushed his legs against mine. Was he just messing with me?
"Hey what's twelve hundred divided by sixty then add eight?" I ask him.
He wrote out the problem on a piece of scratch paper before answering "Two hundred and six."
"Thanks," I mumble.
"Speak up babe," he looked at me through his lashes. Did I just imagine that?
"W-what?"
"I said speak up, I couldn't hear you." He explains.
"O-oh I just said t-thanks."
He nodded then went back to work. I hate him and he hates me so why did he just call me babe? I was pulled out of my thoughts when Calum tapped on my shoulder.
"Hey man, the teacher wanted me to collect the things," he motions toward the sheets. I handed him mine and Luke did the same.
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How Did We End Up Here
FanfictionMichael Clifford: The punk rock loner. Luke Hemmings: The popular jock. Ashton Irwin: The cool musician. Calum Hood: The shy nerd. Softpunk!Michael Dom!Luke Photos above the chapters are how they look!
