Forced - Cashton √

Chapter 1

I got the inspiration for this entirely out of the photo on the cover aha :D so excited for thisssss :))))

"Excuse me, I'm trying to get to my locker?" Ashton grumbled, glaring at Calum.

"Give me two seconds! For fück sake you're always up my ass."

"You wish."

"Oh shut up. Out of all the lockers in the whole damn school mine has to be on top of yours!"

Calum shut the locker, lightly shoving Ashtons shoulder as he walked past. Michael soon walked up to Ashton, his geography books in his hands. He always waited until Calum left the locker to come up to his friend because he hated Ashton giving out.

"Hey Mikey. Can you believe him, he says those same words every single day!"

"P-Please don't shout. Lets go to geography, please." Michael said, looking down at his feet. He's always been so shy and quite, even around his best friend.

"Aw, I'm sorry Michael, I won't do it again okay? I promise. Let's go, we going want to be late." Ashton said, grabbing his books. Michael smiled, talking Ashtons hand and lacing their fingers together.

"Thank you for understanding Ash, I'm so lucky to have such a great friend." Michael said, which was completely true. He was so thankful for Ashton taking him under his wing, otherwise he would be a mess.

As they walked into the classroom, they took the remaining two seats. Ashton frowned as he sat next to Calum, only to hear Calum curse under his breath. He was about to say some rude comment back, but stopped himself, because it would only upset his best friend.

Throughout the class, Ashton started to doodle in his copy. Geography had to be one of the most boring subjects ever, like who cares that a rock was formed by lots of dead fish bones being squished together? He'd like to see a day where someone had a gun put to their head and the only way to escape was to explain about rocks. Well, that is basically what tests are. Regardless, he'd rather learn how to beat someone up if ever put in a life of death situation.

Most of his class was spent thinking the most random thoughts. He finally snapped out of it when he heard someone calling his name.

"Ashy? Do you have a pencil? Mine has disappeared, I think the bullies took it."
Ashton rummaged through his pencil case, finding none. He turned to Michael and shrugged, seeing Michael frown and look down at his blank page. Ashton sighed, turning to Calum.

"Hey, do you have a spare pencil?"

"Ya."

"Can I have it?"

"No."

Ashton sighed, reaching down and grabbing Calums hand, squeezing it and hoping he'd wince out in pain.

"What are you trying to do, get in my pants?" Calum said blankly.

"What?"

"You're holding my hand, that's first base."

Ashton rolled his eyes, letting go of his hand, as seen as that obviously didn't work. Calum laughed, grabbing a pencil and handing it to him.

"Here, I'm letting you have it for your effort. I think you forgot the fact that I could beat you up in a heartbeat."

Ashton didn't disaggre, and turned around to give Michael the pencil. It was true though, Calum was a jock and was really strong, unlike Ashton who did little to no sports.

Class soon ended and Michael and Ashton scooped up their bags and headed off to lunch. They sat down at their usual table, Ashton getting lunch from his bag and giving Michael some. Unfortunately Michael came from a broken family and no one cared too much for him, but he had Ashton.

Soon Michael got up to go to the bathroom and Ashton followed, since Michael had been beaten up that one time Michael refused to go much places without the company of his protective friend.

As Michael went into the bathroom stall, Ashton fixed his glasses in the mirror, brushing his hair to the side. His hair was soon messed but as a hand scruffled it up, sending it in every direction.

"For fück sake, Calum!" He exclaimed, turning around and facing him.

"I'm sorry aha! I couldn't resist!" Calum laughed, reaching up to fix Ashtons hair. "You look so cute when you're mad."

"What?"

"What? I didn't say, uh, anything!" Calumet said casually, and Ashton shrugged it off, turning back to fix his hair once more.

Calum couldn't help but admire his hair, the curls and how they fell onto his head and how they covered up just a little bit of his hazel eyes. And his lips were so full and pink it makes him want to- wait! What the fück was he thinking? He took his mind off Ashton, shaking his head and walking out of the bathroom, leaving Ashton confused. Michael soon came out and Ashton talked while Michael washed his hands.

"Can you believe him! Messing up my hair! That damn kid, I'd pin him to the floor and knock his teeth out if I could!"

Michael giggled "You just like him."

"What? Oh my god Michael no I don't! I hate him!"

"You're trying so hard to cover up liking him you pretend to hate him."

"Michael you're crazy."

"And so are you. In love." Michael giggled again, wiping his hands on the towel and walking out the door, leaving Ashton to follow. That kid can be so cheeky sometimes. Ashton liking Calum?

He had no idea what he was talking about.

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Woo! I kept this kind of short because no cashton action and is just inrtoducing everyone :) luke will be here soon don't worry, I'll have one or two muke chapters along the way ;)
thank you for readinggggg! Tell me what you think? Maybe? I'll give you free kittens! Jk I don't own any Michael Cliffords (unfortunately)

Bye Xxx