I was obviously late to school.
They took me into a hospital and raped my fingers with gauze pads and nasty liquids and stupid finger motives.
Michael came along. I didn't want him to, but he insisted on paying for the hospital bill.
I was out about 3 hours later, actually in time for my AP English exam that i spent most of my day studying yesterday and i was not happy when i figured something out.
"Fuck, I can't write." I whispered to myself.
I tried to ask someone for help, but everyone is too busy doing their essays. Until I found the perfect person for it.
"Jesse! Hey, do you think you can help me? I can't write my own essay today cause of my broken fingers." I said in a pleading tone. Hopefully he agrees.
"Yeah sure, anything for you." He said in a cute sweet tone.
I've been having a slight crush on Jesse since freshman year. I met him in my Honors English class and we sat next to each other and always talked about the future and music. We basically have the same taste in music and I love the fact that i can scream about it with him.
Jesse is about 5'8, he is amazingly shaped and has light brown hair and chocolate colored eyes. He has tattooed sleeves and one of them is a band name we always talk about. He told me a while back that he got it because it's both our favorite. He also has this very cute accent that is to DIE for and I simply love it.
While he was helping me with the exam, I felt a pair of eyes on me and I was feeling a little bit weird. I turned my head up and saw who it was.
Ashton Irwin.
He smiled, showing his dimples in the moment and raised his wrists up, motioning towards his fingers and looked as if he was asking what had happened. I showed him and he saw and winced. I laughed to myself and turned back, letting Jesse know that I was now finished telling him what to write for my exam paper. I got up and stapled it to the packet that was given with it and placed it in a basket on my teacher's , Ms. Carter, desk.
I was excused early for being the first one finished. As i was walking down the halls, i noticed some couple making out, so i tried my best to ignore it. It was pretty digusting, all the hand gestures and awkward moans coming from the girl. Aren't they ashamed? This is school. Geez.
They finally stoppes once they heard me walking past them and the girl awkwardly coughed and shoved the boy away. I noticed him, it was Luke Hemmings. He's probably the biggest dick head and sweetheart in the school. By dick head, I mean his lack of knowledge. He always asks me for help in Pre Calculus. I mean, yeah, it's a tough class. But he falls asleep all the time. That's why he doesnt know anything about it.
I nod at the both of them, and walk away before they say something.
As I make my way to the library, I see yet, another guy struggling to open the library doors because he is in crutches. I quickly pace faster to open it for him, gesturing for him to pass, and fiving him a smile. He looks oddly familiar. He's actually in my History class. I wonder what happened to his leg.
"Thank you." He says, smiling down at me.
"Yeah sure, no problem-" i was cut off by him extending his hand torwards me to shake it"Calum, Calum Thomas Hood, but you can call me Cal" I gratefully shake his hand, smiling in return. "Ashley, Ashley Nicolette Frangipane, but you can call me Halsey."
We walked inside together, well Calum limping, and sat at one of the empty tables together. We talked about ourselves and got to know eachother. Soon enough, it was time for lunch and i went to grab us a pizza to share. When I came back, Calum was writing in a notebook, focused on how neatly he was writing.
Eventually, lunch ended and it was time for History. We walked together, finally noticing that we had the same class, and sat in our assigned seats. The teacher soon took attendance and begin the announcements.
"So, today is the day that I finally pick out your partnes for the assignment. Please take note that I did not do a girl- girl, boy- boy. It's mixed. Lets begin."
"Miriam and Hector, Ashton and Lindsay, Michelle and Luke, Michael and Sharleyne, and.... Ashley and Calum."
Calum looked at me from across the room and smiled, i returned it and got up to sit next to him.
This will be interesting.
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Hood
FanfictionCalum was your average 17 year old punk dude at school Ashley was your average 17 year old punk girl at school when the two find themselves as partners in History class for a project, things turn around and they go from strangers, to lovers.