Best Friend's Boyfriend || Lashton

Chapter 2

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Best Friend's Boyfriend || Lashton
Chapter 2

I wince as the lockers hit my back, whimpering slightly.

I open my eyes to see an angry blonde pinning me against the lockers, so close to me that I can smell his breath, which strangely resembles cinnamon and something else.

"What the fuçk was that for?"

"Don't fuckiñg flirt with my boyfriend, whoever the shįt you are. Don't talk, flirt, hurt or ever call him an idiot, you hear me?" He sneers.

"He's my fûcking best friend, Hemmo or whatever your name is. "I live with him, I've known him for much longer than you, and he's basically my fuçking brother," I snarl back, attempting to push him away.

"Oh yeah? Since when?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe since the day I was fuckîng born?" I mock ask him.

"What?" He says releasing me to look at Michael. "Is this true?"

"Honestly, Luke, you didn't have to shove him," Michael shrugs, helping me up.

Luke's face softens slightly. "Sorry, Mikey. But my question?"

"Ash is a fricking drama queen," Michael says, still avoiding the question.

Lukes looks at me smugly, as I fight to hide the smirk on my lips.

"So you were lying?" He says smugly.

"Nope," I smirk, popping the 'p'.

"I've known Ash since we were fetuses. I mean, I knew who Ash was before I even knew myself. Our mothers are friends," Michael explains.

"Ew, Mikey," Puke grimaces.

"Yeah, so, I'll see you around, Mikey. Too bad you don't have bright red or green hair anymore, I can't recognize you as easily," I say, shrugging. "But I'm sure I'll be able to find you because of Puke's giraffe self," I can't help adding as I smirk. "See you around!" I dash off before they can reply, hi fiving Gemma.

"Good one. How's your back?" She says.

"Probably bruised."

"Wanna check?"

"I'd rather not."

"History?"

"Yup."

"Ms. Evans?"

"Yup."

"Sad."

"Innit," I say, imitating a british accent.

"You actually nailed that!"

"Bitch, I'm fabulous," I pretend to flick my hair.

"Mr. Irwin- detention for swearing in the hallways," Mr. Ed says sternly.

I groan. "That's just fu-"