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C H A P T E R S I X

*ashton, luke, and micheal were added to a group chat*

C-heyyy
A-hi
L-hi
M- wtf is this. none of your numbers are saved.

C-it's calum! i thought that us exchanging numbers then not talking ever, is kinda pointless.
M-good point. who's who?
L- luke.
A-ashton
M-okay.

C-soooo what's everyone up to?
L-watching tv
A-gonna go with niall in about 10 mins
M- nunya.
C-well that's rude.
M-oh??
C-:(
M- :)
M- gtg
L- bye
A- *read*
C- cyaaa

*ASHTONS POV*

I put my phone on the bed, connecting it to the charger, going to the bathroom to fix my hair, and getting dressed, once i finished i decided to just scroll though instagram before i got a text from niall saying he was outside. i walked out, hopping into the front seat of the car.

"how was detention?" niall said, laughing at me.

"it was good, i got high for the first time." i said, shrugging about it, i mean, it really wasn't a big deal.

"WHAT?!" niall said, he didn't sound upset or anything, just very, very surprised.

"yea, i liked it, it was nice, not something i'd do all the time, but definitely again" i told niall, looking over at the irish boy, who's jaw is still dropped.

"wait. how? with who? where? when? again, HOW?" niall just kept spewing out questions about what happened, i didn't see why he was so shocked, i mean, it's not like i killed someone.

"with the other people who were in detention. it's not a big deal" is all i responded with, as i think back about what had happened just a few days before.

"who was these "other people"?" he questioned me with finger quotations

"uh, luke hemmings, micheal clifford and calum hood" i said, not in the slightest knowing how he's gonna react

"micheal? ew." is all he said, and usually i'd agree, but, micheal really wasn't that bad, yea he had attitude from hell, but when he's not around his friends, or people (who he very clearly doesn't like) he's just a cocky dude.

i don't know why i feel the need to defend him against niall, i mean, niall's my best mate, but, something about him talking bad about micheal, just made me want to say something.

"he's not terrible, just sassy." i shrugged, replying to niall's remarks.

"uh, ash, did you hit your head, you just defended micheal, like micheal clifford." niall said looking at me, i didn't really have much of a response, there wasn't really a specific reason i was defending micheal, it's not like they were even friends. before i had to answer him, he was pulling into the driveway of his house, another car was there, i recognized it as liam's.

i decided not to bring up our conversation in the car, but a boy with green eyes, and spiked hair wouldn't leave my mind, it's not like i had a crush, cause well. for one, i don't even really know anything about him, two, we don't speak, and three, i just didn't.

when we went into the home, maura, niall's mother greeted us at the door.
"ashton!! how have you been dear?" she said, with a thick irish accent.
"oh, i've been good"
"that's great to hear, have fun boys! liam's up in your room niall!!!" she spoke up as we walked up the staircase. i always liked going to niall's house, his family was always welcoming and it was just a nice environment, better than mine at least. usually we'd go bother his brother greg, as we'd usually do, but greg left for college a while ago, so we just went to niall's room, where we saw liam spread out along the small futon niall had.

"hey!" liam said, sitting up and looking up from his phone.

"hey li" i smiled at him, sitting on the edge of niall's bed.

"how have you been? it feels like ages since we've talked." he said, looking up at me from where he was sitting.

"well, for one, you saw me literally two days ago. on monday. you chose not to go to school these past days. and for two, i've been great" i said rolling my eyes at his comment, im glad to have liam as friend, he's like a sunshine, he can light up any room he steps into.

"yea, yea, whatever. you guys wanna play xbox?" he asked, me and niall both nodded, grabbing controllers and turning the console on.

we played fifa (which for the record, i am not a hude fan of) for about an hour before deciding to just play music and be done with games for a while.

"sooo liam." i said, looking up at him smirking.

"yes?" he asked, clearly a little nervous.

"how's everything with you and zayn?" i said, liam had been in love with zayn since middle school, and when zayn asked liam out, liam about fainted.

"it's good, really good actually, he invited me to this party but i'm not sure if i wanna go, not my type of place if i'm being honest" he said, blushing at the mention of zayn.

"wait. when?" niall asked, niall was always up to party and do stuff, he was just like that.

"friday. i have until tomorrow to decide if i wanna go, and since there's no school friday, i also thought that there is definitely better ways to spend the day" he shrugged, liam didn't really like going to parties or really going out much.

"it's up to you if you wanna go mate, but i'm gonna need you to tell your boyfriend to send me the details" niall joked at him.

'friday' i pondered, it seemed like a familiar date, like i heard it before but i cannot remember what.

"micheal." i said, well i thought but accidentally said it out loud.

"micheal? what?" they both questioned looking at me weird.

i felt my face get hot, immediately saying "i was trying to remember who i heard about the party from, it was micheal, in detention last friday."

"oh." they said, basically in unison, we just talked and hung out until about 9:30pm, when niall dropped me off i waved bye, realizing the living room light was on.

'shit.' i thought, my parents would usually be asleep by now, but it seemed, as my dad was awake. i walked him, having the smell of alcohol immediately hit me in the nose, making my face scrunch up.

"where the hell were you?" my dad questioned me, slurring over his words.

"liam's house with niall. goodnight." i said, pushing past him to go to my room.

"whatever, don't see why you even hangout with those fags" he said, before sitting down on the couch, blaring the tv.

i'll admit, hearing your own dad call your friends faggots, really, really sucks. i've tried to not let his comments get to me, but it's hard sometimes.