Imperfect *Lashton*

5

Luke's POV

I hated this class. It was boring.

The teacher was boring.

The subject was boring.

The only thing I loved about this class was Ashton.

He sribbled down notes furiously, his tongue sticking out a bit. He wore his large glasses and it made him look even more adorable.

I bit my lip and stared (totally not in a creepy way) at him.

His wavy hair was swept to the side and his eyebrows were scrunched together in concentration.

He was truly perfect.

I scribbled down a note that said How do you even understand him?

I scrunched up the paper and threw it on Ashton's desk.

Ashton read it over quickly and looked up, a beautiful smile on his face.

He scribbled something down and threw the piece of paper back to me.

It's amazing how the teacher doesn't notice because we were both in the front row.

I read the note which said, Well, he is speaking english. I smiled stupidly at his response.

I wrote down, Maybe you could teach me history, sometime?

He read the note and nodded, smiling, which made his dimples show. Uggh, he was so adorable.

I just wished he was mine.

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"Luuuke!" Michael called and I groaned.

"What do you want?" I grumbled.

"Carry me." He ordered like the bitch that he was.

"I don't want to- ow!" Michael had jumped on my back before I finished talking.

Stupid butt.

"Get off me!" I let go of him and he fell to the floor.

"Bitch." Michael muttered, rubbing his behind.

I looked around the crowd of students, making their way to the cafeteria.

Where was Ashton?

I searched behind us and in front of us but I couldn't see the brunet anywhere.

"Calum, carry me!" Michael whined.

"No, you have legs for a reason."

"Yeah, to kick bitches who refuse to carry me." Michael retorted.

I kept looking around for Ashton. Maybe he was already in the cafeteria. Or maybe he was in the bathroom.

Michael was now hitting Calum with a book because he still wouldn't carry him.

"Michael, why are you hitting me with your book?" Calum asked, trying to dodge the hits.

Michael suddenly stopped. "Sorry."

"It's fine."

"I was talking to my book."

"Son of a-" Calum started to lunge at Michael but I stopped him.

"Guys! Where's Ashton?"

They both stopped and looked at me.

"He's probably in the bathroom." Michael shrugged.

"Why? Does Luke miss his wittle Ashy Washy?" Calum asked in a baby voice.

Then it was my turn to him with a book.