Veto Syndrome// m.c

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"Okay, but if you could pick Deadpool or Spider-man, who would you pick?" Calum asked, walking down the school hallway with his best friend.

Michael paused to think, even though he already knew his answer. "Spooderman," he replied as he slid his backpack onto his shoulders.

"But Deadpool is so fuck-"

"How're you gonna ask me who I would pick if you're gonna criticize my choice?"

Calum grinned, "I have to make you feel stupid!"

The dyed-black haired boy flicked his naturally raven haired friend on the forehead.

It was Monday afternoon and the boys had just left their final class of the day. Many of the students were flooding out of the school, ready to take advantage of the hours they had until Tuesday came and tortured their brain more with school.

Ashton walked around the corner, coming face-to-face with Michael and Calum.

"Oh, hi, Ashton!" Michael excitedly said, but he realized how dorky he sound and tried toning down the excitement as he spoke.

"Michael," Ashton's face represented the unenthusiastic tone in his voice perfectly as he sent a bored glance in his 'friend's direction.

But Michael was much too oblivious to catch Ashton's reaction. "Are you lads going to the plaza today?"

Calum could see how Ashton was brushing off his best friend, anger beginning to build up in him. He'd lost track of how many times he'd tried telling Michael to drop Ashton's pretentious ass. He stuttered out a breath as he placed an arm around Michael's shoulder, forcing a smile onto his face.

"Yeah, are you guys? Me and Mikey were planning on going and playing some soccer." Calum felt Michael shrug his arm off of him.

"I don't play soccer," Michael retorted, rolling his eyes.

Ashton's eyebrows had hitched in interest with the mention of the sport. "Soccer? I love soccer. Is it cool if I join?" He asked Calum.

Michael watched, confused. During the time he had been friends  with Ashton, he had never once been able to get a pleasant reaction from him like the one Cal had. "I love soccer, too!" Michael attempted to catch the popular teenager's attention.

Ashton ignored Michael, beginning to talk to Calum

Calum could try denying it all he wanted, but when Ashton acknowledged him, he did feel a sort of haze fall over him. It was as if the boy radiated popularity and charm- and he did- and just captured all of your attention.

Michael scoffed as his best friend made plans to meet at the plaza in an hour and play a game of soccer with his friend.

"You're a bitch," Michael stated once Ashton walked away.

"Don't be like that! I'm sorry, but I really wanted to play a game today and you don't like doing anything close to exercise, so I took Ash up on his offer."

"Ash," Michael stared at Calum. "Fun fact: you hate Ashton and are constantly trying to convince me to stop being friends with him, so you have no right to call him 'Ash'." Michael began walking off, muttering 'bitch' under his breath.

As he was walking out of the school, he turned around. "Now hurry the fuck up, we're going to the park, but I'm not playing soccer with you." Calum smirked, "and it's not because I don't like exercise...I just don't like soccer. It's stupid."

Calum shook his head, running to catch up with his best friend. "Well I am damn offended. Now you're the bitch, bitch!"

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