Best Friend's Boyfriend || Lashton

Chapter 6

Best Friendms Boyfriend
Chapter 6

"Please, Ashton."

"No."

"Please please please. Luke's failing english and you're a scholorship guy."

"I said no, Mikey. There's no way in hell am I teaching him. He can fail everything for all I care."

"Ashy, you've been my bestfriend since I was born. Do a favour for me?"

"You know, Michael, the same events are happening that had oncd already happened in our life, but with switched roles. When I asked you to tutor her, you said no." I glare. I can't even say her name.

Michael turns silent.

"Look, I'm sorry, Mikey," I sigh softly. "I'm just stressed and I have to write eight pages per essay, and I have three essays. That's twenty four pages. Minimum."

"I'll pay you." Luke's sudden voice interrupts.

"Excuse me?" I laugh. "I'm not doing it for money. I'm well off, thank you very much."

He shrugs. "An option."

"You're actually agreeing?" I say, incredously. "I thought you hated me."

"I do hate you. I care about my grades, though."

"I can't. There's not even space in our apartment." I turn to Michael.

"You could always come over to Luke's house."

"No. Why can't you tutor him?"

"Mum called. She wants me to fly over for a week or two."

"What? And you didn't tell me?" I groan.

"She missed you because you were out with Caspar again yesterday. Anyways, Ash, how about I'll do all the chores for the rest of the year?"

"It's October. Not happening."

"The next year."

"The entire year?" I raise my eyebrows suspiciously. "Wow, you guys are reslly serious."

"Well, I'm only saying it because as President of thr Student Council, I need to take care of the school's reputation," Michael states.

Luke glares. "Now I know why you were so eager to find me help." He pouts, but Michael kisses him.

"Ew, no public affection, please," I say covering my eyes. "Stop. I know where Luke can get help."

I maintain a serious face.

"Where?" They say at the same time.

"The mental hospital," I joke, bursting into laughter.

"Olay, that's it, purple shirt," Michael screams playfully, tackling me on the bed.

"Ew, ew, ew, Michael get off! It looks like you're straddling me, ew! You have a fuckn boyfriend in the room!" I push him off.