5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

HighSchool!5sos Series #2: Detention

Ashton:
Sulking, I walked with my head down through the halls of the early Wednesday morning. I sighed, looking up and walking to my locker, turning my body to turn the code in. Suddenly, on my left, I heard a chirpy voice. "Good morning!" Ashton's sweet, excited manner made me sick. It's seven in the morning, and for the life of me I could not understand how someone could be so damn happy. "Hey," I breathed out, glancing to give a crooked smile before going back, sliding out the books I don't need. "What classes do we drop today?" I asked, sighing into my locker. "One and five," Ashton replied before leaning against the locker adjacent to mine, crossing his arms. "What's wrong?" I dropped my shoulders, turning to face him and slanting sideways, examining his face. I watched how his dimples fell into his cheeks and his eyes were glistening under the dimly lit hallways. Or how his curly hair fell messily upon his head and his body stood with near perfect posture as if he constantly reminded himself. We had begun to develop a friendship after the cafe incident, both realizing we had more classes than we thought together though we never realized it. We call each other our only friends, which for me, on the most part, was true. I shrugged and dropped my eyes to the floor, looking at his shoes and the way he awkwardly moves his feet since he can never stand still. "I'm mad," was all I responded with before Ashton chuckled before me. "Care to elaborate?" My swung low before I picked it up and went back to figuring out the books I needed for my classes. "I got fucking detention," I finally responded to which he gasped, covering his heart in a fake attempt of hurt. "You? Detention? That's not possible!" I couldn't even bring myself to laugh, knowing that it wouldn't mean anything purely because the grief that overtook my body merely controlled it. The events replayed in my mind and I hated the fact that it was me. "What happened?" Ashton asked after seeing that I hadn't responded. "I was in English and I was on my phone, just checking to see if I had a text from my parent because it's super important, right? And she fucking sees the one split second my phone was out and told me that she had already warned me in the beginning of the year and she cut me off before I could even explain what I was doing!" My voice ran fast, breathing becoming choppy as Ashton's hands placed themselves softly on my shoulders. "Calm down, first of all. Second, it's okay! Why don't you go now and explain to her what you were doing? I'll go with you." His words calmed me down almost instantly as I nodded, regaining my composer and zipping my bag, grabbing it, and beginning to walk there. Suddenly, Ashton's hand took ahold of mine, making me smile and know that things will be okay.

Michael:
The entire quiz, Michael continued to bother me until I couldn't take it anymore, finally shouting at him to stop though with more intricate vocabulary. That resulted in a zero for both him and me, though I knew he wouldn't care much. But, that doesn't mean I don't care. I was pissed, and to top it off, we both got detention for cheating. I sulkily walked into the detention room, saying goodbye to the friend I was speaking with and looking around, seeing a few familiar faces, and then his. He sat in the back, his eyes immediately looking up when I walked in, telling the teacher my name and looking right at him as he winked, patting the seat next to him. I took a quick glace around once more before figuring he's probably the best bet to sit next to considering I wasn't exactly in the mood to sit next to some smelly kid obviously chewing their gum. Besides, this will give me more time to examine this dude's problem. He smirked my way, shifting his body towards me as I sat down with a sigh. "Welcome to detention, Princess." I groaned, rolling my eyes and giving a fake smile his way. "Your natural habitat?" I chuckled at my joke, finding myself to be rather funny as he acted shocked though I knew he wanted to laugh too. "Ouch, Princess." He responded with his mouth a gape though a smile shimmering in his beautiful eyes. I watched as small hairs poked from around his hat and his smooth lips held slight scruff around his cheeks and chin, seeming rather attractive. His jean jacket clung to his body, form fitting yet still hanging off loose. Something about the way his persona presented itself made you feel drawn to him, almost as if you didn't want to take your eyes off, ever. "Stop staring, Princess, it's impolite." He chuckled, winking again as a blush rose to my cheeks. "Don't call me that." I heard a slight groan coming from his way. "I like them feisty." I kicked myself out of my 'maybe he's okay' faze and realized how utterly gross he is. My eyes turned back to him, looking at him up and down; the way his cocky face would look at him with hunger, the way he sat with his legs completely open practically just enough for me to straddle, the way he had so much confidence. Okay, maybe he wasn't so gross. "How often are you in here? Like, everyday? 'Cause you're grades suck." I joked, trying to be equally as rude. I saw his face drop; almost instantaneously as I thought I actually hurt him. My eyes softened and I placed my hand on his knee. "I'm sorry, it was a joke... I didn't mean it." He head looked down at my hand, nodding. "Yeah," he whispered, "yeah it's okay." My hand squeezed his skin; making the edges of his mouth flicker up slightly just as the teacher stood up, ready to begin instructions.