#166- Rejects by 5SOS Song Preference
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Ashton: "And my girlfriend said I messed up, will I ever grow up?"
That was it. As if the final straw had broken the camel's back, Ashton slammed the door of the principal's office shut, smirking as he walked towards you. His hands immediately toyed with your waist, his head falling into the crook of your neck where he kissed your shoulder, holding back a laugh. "Expelled, who needs this place anyway?" He mumbled against your skin, hands rubbing up and down your sides before you pulled away from him.
"What?" You interrogated somewhat angrily, despite his lack of concentration.
"They expelled me, their loss." He shrugged, stepping away from you and falling into the chair he had been told to sit in whilst he awaited further instruction. You rolled your eyes, only causing a small laugh to escape his upturned lips.
"This isn't funny, Ashton! Will you ever grow up?" You practically seethed, not sure whether you were angrier at his immaturity, or the fact that now it would be harder for the two of you to spend time together.
"Woah, chill babe. It's okay." He dismissed, reaching for your hand only to find that you moved away from him slightly.
"No it's not okay, Ash." You continued, "How are you going to finish this semester? This year?"
He managed to grab your hand in his, pulling you towards him and onto his lap. "It'll be fine, babe. I'll figure something out." Ashton kissed your cheek, his stubble lightly scratching your skin. "In the meantime, I think later I'll have to prove to you that I'm pretty mature." He smirked, hands moving to the small of your back as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.
Luke: "Everyone sees it, it's not a secret, that I'm just a reject."
You and Luke walked into the classroom hand in hand and, as usual, unacceptably late. The disappointed teacher stopped mid-sentence, her face contorting in disgust as the smell of nicotine practically filled the room with your presence. She sighed, knowing that there was no point in trying to scald or reason with you – it would never make a difference – she simply nodded, instructing you to take your seats as she continued with her lesson.
The two of you wandered to your places in the back row, slumping into the chairs before Luke moved his slightly closer to yours. He slung his arm around the back of your seat, concentrating on the board for only a few seconds before turning back to you. "This is bullshit," he whispered, leaning into you, "who even gives a shit about trig?"
"Not me." You mumbled, picking up a pen and using it to carve random lines into your desk.
"Hemmings." The teacher started from the front of the class. "Can you give me the answer to the second question?"
"Um... triangle?" He nonchalantly shrugged, a few people in the class laughing at his idiotic and elementary answer before they were silenced by his glare.
"Nice try, Luke." She exhaled before turning to another student. A few people's eyes remained on the two of you: you were the kids who never seemed to care about anything and always got your own way, but constantly stuck together. You were rejects.
Michael: "If this was a test, then I'm probably failing."
The bright haired adolescent traipsed into the library – somewhere he wouldn't normally enter. You, on the other hand, were quite a regular in the maze of books and computers and were sat at your usual table with your study group when he appeared beside you.
"You," he pointed, narrowing his eyes and looking at you judgingly, "can I borrow you?"
"Me?" You queried, looking around you thinking that you were mistaken. Michael nodded his head, beckoning for you to follow him to a shadowed corner: he didn't want to be noticed.
"I need a tutor, I heard you do that kind of thing. Is that cool?"
"Yeah, sure." You replied, truthfully scared of saying no.
"Cool – my place, after school on Friday?"
Two days later, you somehow managed to find yourself – an unnoticed, quiet nobody – with possibly the most well-known student at your school hovering over you wearing only his boxers. It had honestly started out as the two of you doing nothing but studying in Michael's living room, until his entire demeanour seemed to change. You had never expected to do anything like this, but the thrill of doing something you shouldn't made it even more exciting.
"What about your test?" You laughed as he harshly sucked on your collar bone, a prominent shape already noticeable in his boxers as his hand massaged one of your breasts over your bra.
"Fuck it, I'd probably fail anyway, even with extra tutoring."
Calum: "They try to save me but I'm too far gone, and they call me crazy so I play along."
"Calum, this is mad!" You laughed, walking up the steps of the fire exit before climbing onto the roof of your school's tallest building. He cautiously held your hand as you seated yourself with your legs hanging off of the structure before taking a seat next to you.
"Cool though, and a fucking great view." He smirked, looking out over the playgrounds and fields as you did the same. "Much better than being stuck in some shit English class." Calum leant forward, slowly kissing you as his hand moved to your thigh, tracing patterns in your jeans before you were interrupted by shouts from underneath you.
"Calum Hood! (Y/n) (y/l/n)! You're crazy; get back down here this instant!" Clearly a teacher had been wandering across the playground and noticed you sharing your roof-top moment.
Calum smirked as he rose from his spot, standing dangerously close to the edge of the building and frantically waving his arms as he began to shout, "Oh no, I must have gone crazy – I'm on a fucking roof!" You were almost in hysterics as you looked up at him, practically in awe at the daring and troublesome teen above you.
"Calum, we will call both of your parents!" The older lady continued to shout, now a small group of people gathering on the ground below.
"Oh no, what on earth are we going to do? Not our parents!" He laughed, crouching next to you and kissing you on the cheek before he started to climb back down to the fire escape, helping you down shortly after before you both prepared to be shouted at by a number of people. Calum winked, suggesting what he did every time the two of you got in trouble together: don't retaliate when you're being disciplined, but whoever manages to suppress their laughter for the longest (at whichever displeased grown up was moaning at you about your immaturity) would get to do whatever they wanted to the other when they got home.
