All Kinds of Luck (Ashton 5SOS fanfic)

Three.

The following day, I made my way down to the University, and checked in with registration. A rather bored and grouchy woman handed me my schedule, clearly unimpressed that I hadn't come for information in advance. I wove through courtyards, gardens and buildings to eventually locate my class.

I was a little late from all that getting lost, so the lesson was well underway when I stumbled through the door.

'Sorry I was la-'

'Don't apologise,' A man in his mid thirties spun around from the white board. His short beard was greying at the tips, and he had various peircings in his ears and one in his left eyebrow. 'First step to failure is unnecessary apologies. Take a seat.'

I stared blankly at him for a second or two, before regaining my composure and heading to a nearby empty chair.

The girl at the desk next to the spare one literally growled at me when I placed my bag on the table top. I backed up quickly, I guess some people like their solitude.

I searched the class awkwardly for another seat, my eyes meeting a girl with almost as many piercings as the teacher, patting the vacant chair beside her. I parked myself there, smiling gratefully at the girl with long white-blonde hair and shining brown eyes.

'I'm Melissa,' she whispers.

'Hey,' I whisper back. 'I'm Beth.'

I pulled out my pens and books, trying to focus on whatever mad scrawlings were being produced on the bored and attempting to take in things, soon to be interrupted by a calm, smooth voice.

'It was only a joke, by the way.' I stared blankly at Melissa, and she shook her head, chuckling. 'Mr T likes to make a bold first impression on students. He's really a darling, if not a slightly insane one.'

I followed her eye line back to the bearded man who was currently emphasising the importance of certain feature points in a room by gesturing wildly with both hands.

I noticed Melissa had a small bird tattooed on her neck, it looked like a dove, spreading its wings to fly. She smirked at me, and I realised she'd seen me admiring the ink on her neck.

'Youre blushing,' she giggled.

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I was walking back through the main corridor when I bumped into someone.

'Hey,' It was Ashton. What was with his chin and my nose colliding all the time?

'Hey. Deja vu, much?' I laughed, remarking on our previous collision yesterday.

'Yeah,' he smirked, 'Almost like we have a magnetic attraction or something.' I blushed furiously at his comment. 'You have a spare moment?'

'Yep, why?'

'Cal and I are working on a song, you should come be our critic.'

'Alright,' I agreed, 'But I can't promise any helpful criticism.'

Ashton ran a hand through his hair and chuckled softly. He has one of laughs that is just ridiculously mesmerising and contagious.

He lead me to the music suite, and I almost lost him as he strode at high speed through the mass of students.

'Calummm,' Ashton and I called out in unison as we approached the dark haired boy, busy on his phone.

'Whaaaat?' He mimicked us, looking up from the screen. I grabbed the phone from his hands, laughing.

'Angry birds? Really?' He nodded, 'You MUST be bored.'

'It's funnn,' he pouted, taking the phone back and sliding it into his back pocket. He grabbed his guitar and pulled out a pick. Ashton sat on what I originally mistook for a shipping crate, but soon found out was a drum box thing.

They played a couple of songs for me, Calum strumming his guitar and singing while Ash drummed on his 'box thing' and harmonised in the chorus. They've both got beautiful voices and play their instruments so passionately. I clapped and cheered when they finished, and Calum smirked.

'Aren't we amazing?'

'WE? I think you mean I am,' Ashton retorted, and I laughed.

'Don't make fun of me but that last song was actually perfect,' I mumbled. It was too late though, cos Calum was already exclaiming 'omg so perfect' in a high pitched, squeaky voice.

'Rude. I don't even sound like-'

'Oh my god Calum! You're so rude, like omfg!'

And oh look, Ashton joined in too. Great.

'Shit, why are you even friends with us?' Ashton asked once they'd both stopped laughing.

'Who said we're friends?' I retorted.

'Okay now you're the rude one,' Calum pouted.

'Hehe,' I smiled, 'So, are you guys like, a band?'

'Yep. Luke and Michael are in it too. We're called 5 Seconds of Summer,' Cal explained.

'But there's only four of y-'

'Shush!' Ashton cut me off, 'Dont diss the name.'

'Whatever you say...'

'You'll see. One day we'll be rich and famous and won't give you any money until you admit it's the best band name ever,' Calum winked.

'Cough. Worst name. Cough.'