Time's just a bunch of numbers [Ashton fanfic]

One - Clifford the big red dog

Isabella's POV 

Ouch. I had walked into someone. I looked up from my phone. I was met by a pair of big eyes and I couldn't really figure out if they were brown or green. The hair was quite long, light brown and curly. The curls were pulled back by a black bandana with a white pattern on.

"Shit" I said and I felt the blood rush up to my cheeks. "sorry, I was looking down on my phone and I didn't see you were coming and I just walked into you and..."

He laughed, it was a nice laugh, a cute laugh, like a mix between Goofy and a five year old girl. And his smile. Oh god. Perfect white teeth on a perfect line and dimples. Wow those dimples. He looked like he was picked straight out of a movie.

"It's fine" he said with an Australian accent. Damn. We were though in Australia, but I hadn't really listened to anyone talking like that yet. I had heard people talking Australian English, but not really that strong.

"First year huh?"

"First day. Or well, of course it's the first day because everybody starts the same day and, well that's today" Shit Bella shut up! He just laughed.

"Sorry" I said again. "I can get a little... talky sometimes" I continued and looked down on my shoes hoping he didn't see I was blushing. 

" Hey, stop apologizing" he said and smiled perfectly. "Ashton Irwin" he proudly reached out his muscular arm and I took his hand and shook it. He was wearing a white shirt with the text 'I have nothing to wear' and a pair of tight, black, ripped jeans. Wow, that's all I'm saying. 

"Isabella Lighton" I said smiling. My teeth were in a perfect line because of my younger years with braces. 

"Nice to meet you, Isabella Lighton" he smiled and walked away. I'm not going to lie, the way he said my name made me melt maybe just a tiny bit inside.

My eyes wandered around in the classroom. Everybody were looking at each other. There were a girl sitting in the back wearing a lot of black. Like a lot. There were five girls with books pushed up there noses, they were actually pretty, but I bet no one wants to admit it. At the windows there were six girls sitting two and two. One ginger, three blondes and two with the same color as Ashton, maybe a little bit darker. The two blondes in the front were turned back, whispering to the ginger and one of the brown haired girls. I saw the ginger point at three guys at the front. They were kind of good looking, the first one was blonde, blue eyed and a lip piercing. The one next to him was dark haired and had chocolate brown eyes, and lips that seemed so soft and kissable. And the last one. He was a bit different. Especially his hair. If you would have seen it from a long distance it would probably look like pink cotton candy. And yes. He had pink hair. It was pretty cool though. Our teacher came in and introduced herself as Ms. Andersen. She started the rollcall and I started listening after names. The bratz's names were Mariah, Sophie, Clara, Nellie, and two others I didn't hear the name of. I couldn't remember who was who though. And the boys. Luke Hemmings was the blond boy, Calum Hood, the one with the lips and Michael Clifford with pink hair. My mind lead me directly o a huge, red dog. After a while, I remembered that there was a show that my sister used to watch when she was younger, 'Clifford, the big red dog'. (okay let's just pretend Michael is the same age as Cal and Luke) 

"Hey" I jumped when someone came behind me. I tuned around when I heard someone giggle and I expected to see a girl, because of the laugh. But it wasn't a girl. It was Michael Clifford.

"Hi" I answered smiling. Well you couldn't really look at a boy with pink hair without doing that. "I like your hair" I said before I could think, like usual. "Pink is my favorite color" my mouth continued. He laughed again.