The Big Bang (Mashton) ✔️

Stage Two

Hi. This chapter maybe a little shorter than the first...I made the first longer for you to get use to the story.

Oh and the chapters are in stages rather than chapters because-correct me if I'm wrong-the Big Bang theory thingy with space and shit I believe started in stages...

Anywhos, how do you like Ashton? Michael?

Feedback is welcomed!

{Edited}

Thanks! c:

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<Michael's POV>

"Are you sleeping in my class?" Ms. Standel said, looking straight at me.

"No..." My mind was in a haze, my body exhausted.

Fucking Ashton.

"You better not be."

I sighed, she left me alone, going back to the lesson, up at the board. I rolled my eyes, holding my head up with my hand.

Why did he get drunk last night? Why did he call me to get him? He should not have been drinking in the first place-

I looked up at the board, fuck she's moving on. I quickly wrote down the notes scribbling furiously to get them down.

Did I do something wrong? Is his life really that bad for him to be getting drunk? He has a hot caring girlfriend, plenty of friends, why would he need to get drunk?

The bell rang, lunch.

Great, stares from other people for the fact that I sit alone and have no friends. Stares for getting beat up by James. Stares for just seeming different from other people.

I grabbed my stuff and left the class, following everyone else to the cafeteria, watching people greet each other with smiles on their faces.

At my last school I had a group I fit in, the normal group. There wasn't anything special about us to fit anywhere else, so we got dumped together. I didn't have any best freinds, only friends who I talked to at school only, coming home and doing school work and other things. I don't need any friends to get me through things, I can really do it on my own.

I put my stuff down at a table, not hungry again. This time, I made sure no one was using this table before I sat down, pulling out my phone to entertain myself with. I could feel people's eyes on me as they walked by, whispers and snickers towards me, the boy, loner boy who got beat up my James.

Speaking of him I looked up to see him sending me a glare as he sat down at his table, smirking at the sight of the brise on my jaw, which hurt still. My jaw and stomach were sore, that kid can hit. Is he the hulk or something?

"Hey." I moved my eyes to a girl standing and looking at me with a smile.

"Hi."

She sat down infront of me, not bothering to ask if that was alright with me. I looked back down to my phone, she sat quietly, tapping the table with her finger.

"So...you're Michael Clifford, the boy who's only been here one day and has the whole school talking about him."

I looked up at her, she smiled friendly. Her eyes were a dark blue, and she had blonde hair falling down past her shoulders, wavy in curls. This girl cared about her apperance, I could tell.

"I'm Charlotte, people call me Charlie. Why don't you come join me and my friends for lunch?"

She nodded her head towards a table, a few people sitting there smiling and laughing. They looked like friends, best friends, somthing I didn't need. I looked back at the girl sitting in front of me, still smiling at me, I nodded giving in.