little sister // calum hood (EDITING)

THIRTY ONE

clara
first period the next day was terrible. i was extremely exhausted from carter sleeping over and staying up all night, and the fact that maths was my first class made it worse.

i felt myself drifting off to sleep when the teacher shouted throughout the classroom. "miss hemmings!"

i snapped awake and looked at him with a nervous smile. "yes, sir?"

"could you go down to the english classroom and wheel the projector down?" he asked.

i nodded and stood up, making my way down the long hallway, before finally reaching the english classroom. i peered in the door awkwardly and knocked.

"clara, dear!" mrs. brooks exclaimed with a smile. she adored me, and also happened to be my favorite teacher.

"hi, mrs. brooks," i smiled. "i'm,
um, here for the projector."

"it's all yours, dear." she grinned, and returned to her laptop.

"clara!" i heard as i made my way around the room. my head turned to find the face, when i saw calum waving towards me. i smiled and walk over to him, kneeling next to his desk. "help me." he whispered, and gestured to his group. he was sitting with none other than ashton and maisy, and i giggled.

"hi, ashton." i smiled, and he returned it.

"hey, hemmings." he spoke.

"what's wrong with ash?" i turned to calum.

"not who i was talking about." he
deadpanned, and i looked at maisy again.

"why are you here?" she asked me.

"because i can be?" i responded.

"well, leave, we don't want you here." she snapped, and i laughed.

"shut the fuck up, maisy." ashton said, rolling his eyes. "nobody wants you here."

"boy, you guys have yourself a keeper." i smirked.

"we didn't have a choice." calum rolled his eyes.

"hey, ashton, you should sit with us at lunch." i offered, and he grinned.

"sounds cool." he replied.

"so, how's your morning been?" calum asked.

"the worst. i'm so tired." i pouted.

"awh, babe. sleep during lunch." he suggested.

"gross." maisy grimaced, shaking her head.

"they're fucking adorable, thank you very much." ashton said. "you're just jealous because nobody like you."

"wow, i've heard that a million times before." she huffed.

"because it's true!" ashton shouted, and i giggled.

"just ignore her. anyways, carter slept over last night and i didn't sleep, like at all." i said.

"carter?" ashton chimed.

"yeah, why?" i smirked.

"oh, no reason." he blushed, looking away.

"awh, does ashton have a crush." i teased.

"why would ashton like carter?" maisy cut in. "she's not even p-"

"don't fucking finish that sentence, maisy, or i swear for the life of me." he fumed, pointing at her. her eyes widened and she shut up
immediately.

"hey, babe, the period's almost over, you should probably go." calum said.

"fuck, you're right." i panicked.

"bye, cal," i said, pecking him quick. "bye, ash." i waved, before running to grab the projector.

"clara, dear, are you and mr. hood a couple?" mrs. brooks asks with a smile.

"u-um, yeah." i said nervously, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

"well, hun, you have yourself a keeper. i'll keep an eye out for
you." she winks.

"thank you, mrs. brooks." i smiled and walked away towards the projector.

i grabbed the cart by its handles and wheeled it down the hallway.

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calum
"maisy, i swear, if you don't shut up." i sighed, putting my head down.

"listen, we're in these seats until the semester's over, you better get used to me." she sassed.

"no!" ashton shouted.

"mr. hood, could you come here a minute?" mrs. brooks called.

"no, cal, please don't leave me with her." ashton whined.

"sorry, mate." i shot him an apologetic look before walking to mrs. brooks's desk.

"yes, ma'am?" i asked.

"i just had a lovely chat with your friend clara." she smiled.

"you did?" i questioned.

"yes, mr. hood, i did. now, i have a very important question." she smirked, and i looked down awkwardly.

"really? what would that be?" i asked, feeling my face become
hot.

"do you and miss hemmings have something going on?" she asked curiously, and i smiled.

"i mean, yeah, if that's what you wanna call it." i replied.

"explain?" she asked.

"we don't really have just something going on, mrs. brooks. she's my girlfriend." i smiled.

"ah, i see." she smiled back. "and you plan to treat her right, correct?" she narrows her eyes at me.

"correct." i confirmed.

"good, because that girl deserves the best, and i was just confirming you could be just that." she smiles. "now, go save your friend over there, he looks pretty frustrated." she chuckled.

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IM SORRY IF THERES A LOT OF MISTAKES I HAVE ACRYLIC NAILS ON AND ITS REALLY HARD TO
TYPE

IM ALSO VERY AWARE I NEVER WROTE ABOUT ASHTON SITTING WITH THEM AT LUNCH BUT I TRIED AND IT WAS JUST RLLY BORING SO I JUSST CUT IT ALTOGETHER OKKK