Regrets - 5SOS (DISCONTINUED)

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Chapter One

Calum sat at the back of his chemistry class.

The teacher who Calum had already forgotten the name to had assigned a lot of homework.

Calum glanced at the clock and the bell rang signalling first period was over.

He quickly packed up his stuff and rushed out of the room.

He glanced down at his schedule and groaned when he saw he had math.

//

Ms Tate; the math teacher, cleared her throat before she began to take the attendance.

"Michael Clifford"

The red head raised his hand.

"Michael?"

"h-here" Michael whispered from the back corner of the classroom.

"Luke Hemmings?"

Nobody replied.

"Lucas Hemmings?" Ms Tate asked again.

The classroom door opened and a boy walked in.

"Sorry I'm late" he said taking a seat in the only empty desk, which was in front of Michael.

"What's your name?" Ms Tate asked him.

"Luke, Luke Hemmings ma'am" The blonde replied.

"Calum Hood?"

"Here" Calum groaned from his spot beside Michael.

"Ayye Hood's in our class! Best class!!" A jock cheered and the rest of the football (soccer) team laughed with him.

Calum chuckled awkwardly.

"Quiet down!"

"Ashton Irwin?"

"Here" A curly haired boy mumbled from in front of Calum.

He shyly looked around the room.

The teacher soon finished the attendance and began to teach the lesson.

//

Lunch soon came around and the 4 depressed boys all sat in there cliques.

Calum sat with the football (soccer) team.

Michael sat with the nerds.

Luke sat with the stoners.

And Ashton, well...Ashton sat alone.

He didn't mind sitting alone. 

He could get work done when he was alone and wouldn't have to carry a heavy text book home.

Ashton was sat doing some math homework when someone slammed there fist down on the table making him jump.

"Nerd!" A jock yelled.

Ashton ignored it, being used to the name calling.

He gasped as a cold liquid was dumped on his head.

It dripped down onto his text book.

Chocolate milk.

Ashton's eye's filled with tears.

He flinched as an apple was thrown at him.

"Aww is the little baby gonna cry?"

Ashton was yanked out of his seat and thrown to the ground.

"Speak faggot!"

"Stop please, leave me alone" Ashton said.

More food was thrown at Ashton.

Luke frowned.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" he said getting up and standing in front of Ashton.

"What are you gonna do about it Hemmings!?" the jock yelled.

Luke's eyes filled with rage.

Michael got up and tried to leave but was grabbed by a jock and thrown beside Ashton.

Calum got up.

"Guys just stop, leave them alone" Calum said.

The rest of his team; minus a couple players, turned and looked at him.

The captain was furious.

"Excuse me!? Are you going soft on us now Hood?!"

"No of course not!" Calum says raising his voice slightly.

"Tryouts are tomorrow and if you get suspended you can't tryout" Calum said.

"Fuck I forgot, thanks Hood, sorry for excusing you of going soft bro"

The jocks glared at Luke, Ashton, and Michael before leaving.

Calum glanced at the three boys with a frown.

"Hood!"

Calum quickly followed his team mates.

Michael frowned as he noticed the bruise on the back of Calum's neck and saw how he limped as he ran.

Luke held out a hand and helped Ashton up before he helped Michael up.

"Thanks" Ashton said.

Michael gave Luke a small smile as a thanks.

Luke nodded before following his friends outside where he was going to get high out of his mind.

Ashton and Michael just stud beside each other awkwardly.

Michael gave Ashton a small smile before he walked out of the lunch room.

Ashton was confused.

Why would a stoner and a jock defend him; a lonely depressed guys, and the stupid mute, no offence to Michael, but it just doesn't make sense?