Luke's POV
Everybody was making their way to their last class.
Ashton was walking in front of me.
I grabbed his wrist and lead him to an empty hallway.
"Luke, what are you-" Ashton started to ask but I cut him off.
"Ash, are you sure you're alright?" I asked again.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Luke." He replied, not looking into my eyes.
"Your face is a little bit pale." I put my hand out and cupped his cheek with my hand.
What was I doing?
I don't know. But I loved the feeling of his skin under mine.
"W-what are y-you doing?" Ashton whispered, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
His hazel eyes were wide and I couldn't help but lick my lips.
"I'm not-"
"What are you boys doing, out in the halls during class time?" Mrs Jackson asked, interrupting me.
My hands immediately sprang away from Ashton and to my sides.
It's frickin class time? How the hell did I not notice?
Because I had the most beautiful distraction with me, duh.
"Um, we- we were.... um." Ashton stuttered, stumbling over his words.
"After school detention tomorrow, both of you. If you do not attend, I will call your parents."
I grabbed Ashton's hand, feeling my stomach flip, and took him to our next class.
Great, I got Ashton a detention. He's gonna hate me now.
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I couldn't focus in class.
Ashton was frowning and I couldn't tell if it was because he was concentrating or if he was mad at me. Probably the latter.
I sighed.
Ashton probably hates me.
I ripped out a piece of paper from my book and wrote, Are you mad at me?
I considered throwing it away but I threw it onto Ashton's desk anyway.
He looked up, confusion written all over his face.
He read the note and a small smile appeared on his oh so kissable lips.
I was so in love.
Why was he smiling?
He scribbled something down and threw the scrunched up paper at me.
Why would I be mad?
I frowned and replied.
Because I got you a detention?
Nah, it's fine.
Really?
Yeah. Besides, I have you to keep me company.
I blushed furiously.
God, what does this boy do to me?
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Imperfect *Lashton*
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