Luke's P.O.V.
I walked into the band room to see two familiar faces.
"Hey Michael and Calum, what're you doing here?" I asked.
"Michael won't let me play the guitar even though he's had it for the entire morning," Calum explained.
"You two sound like children. Calum, why didn't you walk Y/N to class?" I asked.
"Damn, I forgot," he said looking a little guilty.
"You like her, right?" I asked.
"Umm... y-yeah," he mumbled.
"Then ask her out," Michael said, chiming in.
"I can't just ask someone who I just met-"
"Dude, if you like her, then ask her. I don't care if you just met, ask her. She seems to like you too," I said.
"Really?" Calum asked excitedly.
"Who knows, we'll never know unless you ask her," Michael said.
"If you don't ask Y/N out by the end of the week, then I will," I said.
"Do you even like her?" Calum asked me.
"I'm not going to say I don't," I said.
The bell rang.
"Better go pick her up".
Calum jogged out the door.
"Are you actually going to ask her?" Michael asked.
"Maybe, I just wanted to give him some motivation. Now let me play the guitar," I said.
