delicate :: a.i

ham sandwich ; 0.2

"stay still. i almost have your head shape done." ashton mumbles under his breath, using his hands to tilt marina's head the side.

she huffs, crossing her arms at the boy who was drawing her. "daylight's burning, dude. hurry up."

he sets down his pencil on his sketch pad. "well, i could be finished-"

before he could finish his sentence, mrs. ambers walks past their table. "how's everything going over here? marina, have you even started to draw your partner yet?" she looks at the petite girl, giving her a stern look.

"no. i-i-" she rambles on, being cut off by the teacher.

"well then you have to get started! i expect more from you, miss haverford." mrs. ambers tsks at marina before stalking off to go criticize another student.

ashton stays silent. the awkward tension in the air becomes so heavy you could cut it would a knife. "marina haverford. i like it."

"shut up you little shithead. now we have to hangout after school so i can get this dumb project done." marina pokes at his chest, eyes burning with anger.

he removes her finger, moving her hand closer to his crotch. "awh, thanks babe."

she pulls back, wincing. "gross. i would never give you a handjob."

ashton smirks. "well, soon you will. have you even given one before?"

now it's the girls turn to grin. "i've done way more than that, 'babe'." she winks as the bell rings, packing up her utilities and heading out the door, leaving ashton's mouth hanging open.
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she leaves her locker after getting her math book, folder and calculator and shoves the door closed. as the hinges creak shut, her papers go flying. all of the blue and white tiled floors are littered with sheets of algebraic equations and homework .

"not again..." she mumbles to herself, people walking around the mess. some girls stop to stare at her, laughing hysterically.

but as the warning bell goes off, signaling there's only five minutes to get to class, a tan hand falls over here that was reaching for a paper.

"here, let me help. you're marina, right?" calum hood smiles down at her, picking up her book and folder.

she blushes. calum hasn't spoken to her since last year in their history class, asking if she had the answers to the homework. "yeah, m-my names marina ((a/n: ;)) and no, you don't have to help me."

he chuckles, handing her belongings back to marina. "well, it certainly looked like you did. anyways, i'll see you in art tomorrow. have a good day...marina." she liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. she liked the way he smiled at her, an the way he was caring enough to help with the jumbles of papers.

he left marina a blushing mess, walking to his class with the rest of the soccer jocks. she had to cover her mouth with one hand as she squealed, hurrying to make it to algebra 2 on time.

marina slithered into her seat at the last second. whipping out her phone, she added luke and michael to a group chat.

lukey, mikey the stupid person:
OMG GUESS WHAT !!!
sent: 9:39

lukey:
what i'm in english rn go away
delivered: 9:40

mikey the stupid person:
yeah what HAPPENED YOU NEVER RESPONDED BACK TO ME
delivered: 9:40

lukey, mikey the stupid person:
CALUM HELPED ME piCK UP MY
BOOKS
sent: 9:42

after that, the boys mainly replied with, "get it girl." and "OMG WOWOw."

after class ends, (it was just mainly copying down notes from the board) marina meets up with luke and michael in the cafeteria line, bouncing up and down on her heels.

"someone looks excited, could have anything to do with calu-" luke starts, grabbing a tray.

"shut up! and maybe..." marina gets red-faced, hiding her tomato red cheeks with an ugly brown tray. michael laughs, patting her shoulder.

"you know you can tell us anything. like remember when i told you about that dream i had about stacy mcqueen?"

"yes, unfortunately i do." marina shivers at the memory, grabbing a slice of pizza and chocolate milk.

as they head out of line, the group finds their table which has the ability to
hold 5 people, but only three are taken. they start eating the gross lunch, throwing baby carrots of luke's tray into michaels mouth.

when the carrots mid-air, they hear a deep voice marina knows all too well. "mind if i sit here...babe?"

"whatever ashton. guys, this is ashton irwin. he's new, and we're hanging out after school. need any more introduction?" the annoyed girl gestures towards the tall boy as he sits down, his hands full with a sandwich and chips.

"hey mate! i'm luke," the blond headed boy starts, "and that's michael." and the smaller of the two boys wave, mouth full of orange carrots.

"why are you guys hanging out? are you two doing the sex?" luke asks, motioning with his fingers intercourse.

"maybe." ashton winks at marina, putting his large hand on her thigh.

her breathing hitches as it rises up. "no! no we are not! he's in my art and we have a project due. strictly business." marina squeals, putting his warm hand over his own lunch, biting her lip once again.

"if you keep biting your lip like that, we're gonna have a problem." he whispers into her ear, giving it a small kiss below her earlobe.

"cut. it. out." she growls, stuffing the slice of pizza in her mouth.

michael laughs hysterically, holding onto his stomach. carrots tumble out of his mouth, and he quickly blushes. "sorry."

luke giggles, literally giggles. "i can tell we're gonna be good friends. we all like to make marina uncomfortable."

ashton just gives them a crooked smile, already liking this group. at his old school, no one was ever this friendly with him. well, besides the girls. he carefully unwraps the sandwich, taking a small bite.

"ew, is that a ham sandwich? ham is gross." marina pretends to puke and ties her brown mess up into a messy ponytail.

ashton has now officially decided that's how he likes her hair the best. "what's wrong with ham?" he asks her, ruffling up his own golden waves, taking a closer look at the gorgeous girl's outfit.

"stop checking me out. and it smells bad. like you." she replies, giving him a wink and taking another bite of the burnt pizza.

luke huffs. "can michael have a bite of pizza? he wants another slice and i haven't even eaten mine." ( a/n: HAHA)

"shut up michael. luke, give him my pizza. i'm going to convince ashton why ham is the grossest thing to ever grace this planet." she crosses her arms, a determination in her grey eyes.

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LMAO I LOVE THIS BOOK SM
love you all too
- lex :-))))))