rumor has it. ➵ lashton ✔

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eee another chapter eee i'm as excited as like everyone else is i bet probably not idk bye

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Luke looked about the grand hallway, glancing about at all the different students. Some chatting aimlessly about upcoming tests that they hadn’t studied for, some were talking about Ashton, some others snogging.

Luke felt a tug on his arm again and Calum was taking him into a small office, probably the headmaster’s.

He looked up, yes, Luke Hemmings, 6’4”, had to look up.

“Hello, sir, you must be Mr. Hemmings?” The man asked, crossing his arms. His entire facial expression just looked cross. He looked as if he’d been attempting to shit for the past three days and hadn’t made it yet.

“Y-Yessir,” Luke replied, being handed a few papers, one with his locker combination and the other two were class schedules.

“Reminder that hats are not permitted in school,” the man, whose name Luke had just found out was Mr. Rossling, spoke quietly and sharply.

Luke shook his head.

“This isn’t a hat, sir. It’s a declaration of independence.”

This must’ve stumped the headmaster, for he retreated into his office in the back for the time being. Suddenly, Luke felt a pair of eyes burning into his back, and he frowned, biting his lip.

He looked down at his schedule and Calum laughed.

“What?” Luke asked, a bit whiny because it wasn’t even his first class yet and he was already itching to get out of school.

“Ashton’s staring at you.”

Luke didn’t dare look then.

“Don’t look now,” Calum murmured, stifling a laugh as he pretended to point something out on Luke’s schedule.

“And you thought I would? He frightens me like nothing else, Calum. If he’s that into me, he probably stares at everyone he sees,” Luke rolled his eyes, and turned around to see Ashton’s hazel eyes on him.

He felt Calum’s arm around him again and he smiled at Calum, seeing Ashton’s simple stare turn into a deadly glare.

“He’s totally in to you, Hemmings,” Calum nodded.

“How’d you know my last name?” Asked the blonde boy, incredulously, as if he hadn’t been holding an official school paper that had both his middle and last names on them.

“Same reason I know your middle name, Robert.”

Luke rolled his eyes and walked to his locker, looking down at his combination and attempting to put in all three numbers at once.

“Fuck,” he swore, not succeeding after three tries.

“Move it, Hemmings,” Calum smirked, “and let the combination master do his work.”

In a mere three seconds, Luke’s locker was opened and the bare, cream surface was shown.

“Shit, mate. That was insane.” Calum shrugged innocently and helped Luke get all of his posters into his locker. Luke didn’t quite understand the meaning of having posters in his locker, but he thought Blink-182 posters justified his lack of fashion testosterone.

“All done. Now just to put in your books,” Calum smiled, wiping his hands together as if to rid dust from his hands.

Once all of Luke’s books were in his locker, Luke was off to his first class. With Calum, of course. He’d become rather close to the boy, sharing their liking for Mayday Parade and the like.