Cyber ~ 5sos

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(a.n. the picture is of Isabella's outfit ot the partaaayyy)

Ashton's POV

'So like she was on top of me, and we were proper going for it, and then someone' I say, snapping my head over to Michael who's head was stuffed in his phone.

'Walks in with, whoever the fuck that was' I continue before getting cut off.

'Chloe' Michael clarifies, slightly going red.

'Woah, did you even get any action?' Luke asks, leaning back in the canteen chairs. Michael brushes his legs and stands up, taking his bag with him.

'No...' He quietly replies before leaving us all confused.

'Well what the fuck was that about?' Cal says, taking his headphone out his ear and resting his feet on the chair opposite him. 'Did she beat him or something?' He laughs.

My face goes cold, and images of Grey0mnivore flood my head, how frail and broken her body was.

How much I wanted to help her, but I couldn't.

It hurt hearing those words be used jokingly.

I subtly laugh along with everyone but thankfully the bell rings, dismissing us to our last lesson.

I walk in the class with the last of the other people and slump down at the back at my desk.

'Class...' Mr Parsons says, putting his briefcase on the front desk. The whole class mutters under their breath in reply.

I look to my left, to see Isabella awkwardly sat upright in her chair, looking as if she was perching uncomfortably.

She has her sleeve pulled over her hand like usual, and covered the right side of her mouth with it.

My eyes wander down her body, where I notice something which catches my eye.

'Isabella?' I whisper, trying not to catch the attention of Mr Parsons.

She looks over subtly, I assume trying not to draw attention to herself, her eyes light up slightly.

I point down to where my leg matches hers 'You have a hole in your jeans' I say.

She looks down and hers eyes widen ever so slightly, before she covers it up with her right hand.

She laughs quietly 'It's in fashion' She argues back, smirking.

When I look back up to her face, something seems different, but it becomes apparent when I see her lip with a cut running down it on the right side of her mouth.

I assume that's what she was covering up.

My blood boils instantly.

'Did Louis do that to you?' I say sternly without having to even reference to what I was on about.

She goes pink in the face and brings her hand back up to where it previously was. 'Oh no no, I got hit in the face with a cricket ball my brother hit' She laughs embarrassed. 'What a dick, right?'

I smile, my mind being elsewhere, I swear she doesn't even have a brother.

'Irwin, care to share whats so fascinating about Isabella?' Mr Parsons says, making me flinch slightly.

Everyone's heads spin around to face me, included an angry looking Louis.

'No, care to share whats the fun of trying to humiliate a pupil?' I argue back, even though i have no idea what I'm on about.