Luke's POV:
She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her blonde hair sat perfectly past her shoulders tucked into a black beanie. She had sparkly green eyes, and she had a ATL shirt on with ripped black jeans, and black combat boots. She was like my dream girl.
Mal: Hi, I'm Mal Flynn. I was told you wanted to talk to me Mr.?
Even her name was pretty, I have to get to know this girl.
Mr. Austin: Meet Luke and Shawn.
We both waved, and of course mine was more awkward. Hopefully she didn't noticed, she waved back. Mr. Austin explained why we were here. He let us go. Shawn was the first to talk.
Shawn: Ready for our first class?
Mal: May I stop at my locker first, please?
She is adorable. She seems scared, we won't hurt her.
Luke: Sure. You don't have to ask permission.
Mal: I'm sorry, I was raised to ask.
Shawn: No need to apologize.
Way to go Luke! You made we feel bad, why am I so awkward?
--- In the hallway ---
Luke: What number is your locker?
She looked at her paper then at me.
Mal: Number 17.
Luke: Cool. I'm 18.
Mal: Guess we're neighbors.
She smiled quickly. It was the best smile I have ever seen.
Mal: What's our first class?
Shawn: Ms. Parker's history class.
Luke: She's cool. We watch a historical movie and take a survey.
Mal: Sounds interesting.
—-History Class ---
Mal's POV:
The three of us walked into class. I saw my friends in the room. My mood instantly got better.
Ms. Parker: Alright, everyone is here. Why don't you introduce yourself, love?
Mal: Uh, Hi, I'm Mal.
Ms. Parker: She is a new student.
I awkwardly stood there, waiting to find my seat.
Ms. Parker: Why don't you sit with Michael.
I got paired with Mikey! I walked over to his table. His smile grew even wider. (Which I didn't think was possible.)
Michael: Hey Superstar!
Mal: Hey Mikey!
Luke's POV:
I guess Mal and Michael have a thing. That was fast, I thought she just moved here?
Mal's POV:
--- Lunch ---
I should invite Luke and Shawn to lunch with my group. They were waiting for me, outside the classroom.
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Save Me...
FanfictionThis is a 5SOS and a Shawn Mendes Story My name is Mal, I'm 16 and this is my "fairytale". It was another day. I was forced to be my parents slave. I had to clean, cook, and other nasty stuff. I was taking a small break, when I heard the creepy sta...
