"Hey. Jo."
She heard the awkward boy call to her in a whisper in the dead silent classroom - sure, this wasn't a proper final, but if they were caught it would not be good. Getting her assessment ripped up was not an option, she did not do revision just for Ashton to ruin it for her. Joelle urged herself to ignore him, staring down at her paper, frowning as her brain refused to give her the next answer. Looking at Ana didn't help, so she didn't do that, because that skirt only ever lead to distraction amongst other things.
"Joelle" Ashton whispered again desperately, flicking a rolled up ball the size of a pea of paper at her back "Please. 3B" He begged her and then pretended to scribble in an answer to keep him looking inconspicuous.
Did this boy not do his bloody revision? Fucks sake.
"Five" She whispered and then coughed, hating putting her neck on the line like this for someone she didn't even know that well. Joelle wanted so badly to ask him why the hell he hadn't revised for this - quadratic equations weren't even that hard! She would after, definitely, it was lunch period, she'd catch him on the way out. Was there more to Ashton Irwin than she knew? Probably not.
Minutes passed like nails on chalkboard, horrific and constantly worsening, Jo got her paper finished with time to doodle, trying to plan out the rest of her day to some extent. She'd drop Ana off at home, watch her father welcome her into her own home after she'd forgotten the keys for the sixtieth time, drive off, then drive for a while. Joelle liked driving, liked blaring queen so loud that it was only her and Freddie. Her Dad worked until seven, and even then it was an hours drive, meaning that she had a solid few good hours of bumming around town. Oh, what her dad would do if he knew where that beautiful car found itself every night.
Papers were collected and most were quick to clear. As soon as the room had become full with chatter and noise, Joelle turned to him with a smile, ruffling her hair and pulling on her jacket "And here I was thinking I did the least revision, Ashton" She teased jovially, then walked off to go skive off and get some greasy fast food.
Sliding her arm around her girlfriend's waist shoulders as they left, Joelle didn't look back to see the red of Ashton's face, too focused on the red of Anabelle's lips.
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Together | A.F.I
Fanfiction"I don't know how to do this alone" "So let's do it together" ⁂ we all have a version of ourselves that we would prefer to not show a soul, but we all have the chance to open up and show ourselves so that we can progress and improve whether that's...
