Best Friend's Boyfriend || Lashton

Chapter 3

Best Friend's Boyfriend ||Lashton
Chapter 3

Caspar's one of my closest friends, really. I love him to death, honestly, but this is going too far.

"You have three seconds before I run after you with Gemma's chocolate milk, you little fuckér!" I scream, after changing my shirt quickly with one of Troye's spare white ones.

Fuqin chocolate milk being wasted.

"Three!" Joe yells.

"Two!" Gemma joins in.

"One!" Tyler nudges Troye.

"Zero!" They scream as Caspar sprints across the field, the chocolate milk box in my hand.

A small crowd, The Posh Kids (we call them) probably, walk through the fields as if they own them. Caspar ducks between, laughing as I chase him. We get out of the crowd and I attempt to throw the milk at him, but he swiftly catches it.

"Fuçk!" I curse, before sprinting back to the others as Casp gives me an evil look.

I dash towards the crowd, moving between them. Caspar gets dangerously close to me in the crowd, and I nearly bump into a girl with blonde extensions.

That's when it happens. And everyone sees it.

Caspar, being his clumsy self, trips over someone, and the chocolate milk carton flies in the air, in slow motion as if in a movie.

The crowd moves away to avoid it, so it lands on a certain blonde. A blonde to busy talking to his brunette friend Calum to notice the carton flying in the air. It smushes right into Puke Hemmings hair.

Fuçk.

He stands their with an angered expression, his vein popping out, but nobody takes him seriously, because, well, chocolate milk is dripping on him and lightly dying his hair brown, and people are too busy either laughing or wrinkling their noses.

"Who the fuçk did this?" He yells.

The crowd automatically shifts to show Caspar timidly looking at Luke.

"You!" He says furiously, jabbing a finger at him. "You clumsy, blithering idiot-"

I gape at the sheer audicity of this guy to insult someone about a mistake! This doesn't seem like the person I saw earlier, who was willing to shut up an annoying girl.

"Calm the shiz down or shut the fuçk up," I say angrily, walking up to Caspar and putting my arm around him. "It was a mistake, alright?"

He laughs ruthlessly. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Ashton Irwin," he smirks. He pretends to think. "Tell you what, I'll forgive him if you become my servant."

"Are you fuckîng serious?"

"Yep. Think 'bout it. I can get the whole school against you, do you want that?"

"I couldn't give two fuçks about the school's people."

"You can start off my pretending to be a puppy. Go on, then, woof." He ignores what I said earlier.