Calum warily reached up to Michael's face, attempting to remove his sunglasses considering they were inside.
The last time Calum remembered Michael ever wearing sunglasses was when Michael was 13, and his dad gave him a black eye. Daryl and Michael had been to therapy together many years after that, and Calum thought it had finally stopped.
Calum had a bad feeling in his stomach when he looked at his best friend.
"Why are you wearing those?" He asked, and Michael took out his phone.
"Because they look cool." Michael shrugged.
Calum knew his friend was lying. He reached up once again, but Michael noticed Ashton in the corner of his eye. He walked over to the boy, dodging Calum.
Ashton had a two day suspension, so Michael never had the chance to thank him.
The boy opened notes, and started typing quickly.
"Why did you stand up for me? You could've made friends so much easier if you just called me fat?"
Michael showed Ashton the phone, and Ashton shook his head in dismay.
"That's not the way I work. I don't become friends with assholes." Ashton snorted, closing his locker.
"Well, thank you, Ashton."
The boy nodded as Calum came from behind Michael, looking up at the curly haired boy.
"Hi." He said, looked down at his feet instantly.
"Um, hey. Calum, right?" Ashton asked, and Calum nodded quickly. He kept his face down, and Michael knew it was because of the blush creeping onto his cheeks.
"Thank you for standing up for Michael when I couldn't be there for him." Calum said quietly, and Ashton nodded.
"Of course. I'll see you guys around." Ashton told them before turning around, and walking into a classroom.
"Don't look at me like that, Michael." Calum punched Michael's arm, and the boy winced from the bruise already there.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry." Calum said, patting his back.
Michael pretended like pain didn't shoot down his spine at the touch.
A/n
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