5SOS Preferences

Promposals

[A/N: this is a school au, hope you enjoy it (: ]

Calum:

It's your last lesson of the day, English, and the combination of the summer heat and the monotonous droning of your teacher is making it extremely difficult to stay awake. Ordinarily, you would be alert and focused (not on the lesson, but focused all the same) because of the boy sitting next to you: Calum Hood. He isn't what you would call 'popular', but he's definitely well-known and well-liked in your school. He's on a couple of sports teams, but if detention was a club he'd probably be in that too, since he's not exactly good at following rules and remembering deadlines. Even so, you can't help but like him (a lot). In fact, you can't help but wish he'd ask you to prom, despite how unlikely you know that is - you're the only one in your circle of friends that hasn't been asked to go to prom with someone yet, and having a date doesn't matter all that much to you, but you do wish you could go with Calum. The only issue is that he'd never ask you. Sure, he talks to you on occasion, but since English is the only class you have together, your conversations are pretty much limited to this one lesson (aside from the handful of times he's messaged you, but those have always been about the English lessons, so you've convinced yourself that they don't count or mean anything).

"Y/N?" comes a familiar voice from your right, and you slowly turn to face Calum, too exhausted to react quickly. The dark-haired boy is holding a folded piece of paper in the hand that is extended to you, his gaze shifting between you and the teacher at the front of the room, clearly trying to make sure the two of you don't get caught being 'disruptive'. You have a feeling Calum doesn't really care about getting in trouble, and that his checking to see if the teacher is watching is more for your benefit than his.

You take the paper from his hand and turn it over in your hands, looking for the name of whoever you're supposed to pass the note to. You can't conceal your surprise when you realise it's your name scrawled messily on the front of the paper, your eyebrows shooting up in confusion. You sneak a quick glance at Calum, just to make sure this isn't some kind of mistake, but he's avoiding your eyes, his fingers tapping on his desk in a nervous fashion you wouldn't have thought possible for him. Shrugging, you carefully unfold the paper, your eyes widening as you read the words written inside.

Y/N, will you go to prom with me? is written on the paper, followed by two little boxes, one labelled 'yes' and the other labelled 'definitely'. A smile slowly breaks onto your face, and you don't even have to think about your answer before you snatch a pen from your desk, tick the 'definitely' box and hurriedly reach over to drop the note back onto Calum's desk. He immediately grabs the paper, and when he notices your answer he nearly drops the note. "Yes?" he turns to you for confirmation, and you nod, still grinning. "Yes!" yells Calum triumphantly, evidently having forgotten that you're in an English lesson.

"What's all the noise about, Mr.Hood?" your teacher asks from the front of the room, his eyes flickering suspiciously between the pair of you. "Am I going to have to put you in detention?"

"No, uh, there's really no need for that," Calum protests. "I was just excited, that's all."

"That's funny," comments your teacher, one eyebrow arched. "You never seem to find Shakespeare even vaguely interesting, let alone exciting."

"Oh, no, I was excited because Y/N agreed to go to prom with me," he explains, and you immediately turn your gaze on him in disbelief. You aren't sure whether you should be pleased of how proud Calum sounds, or angry about the fact that he essentially just threw you under the bus too.

The teacher considers this for a moment. "Well, congratulations. It's a shame you won't be able to celebrate, though, since you'll be in detention with me, Mr. Hood," he sighs, turning his attention back to the lesson.