// okay i listened to long way home whilst i was writing this (which you can probably tell) so you should listen to it too also i just posted a new michael fic which you should check out //
Slumping down in her seat, Ava wished that her English teacher, Mr Putt, would talk about something - anything - more interesting than some Shakespeare bullshit which would probably never help her in her life after school.
If he did, she could at least look interested and wouldn't have to give answers to the hundreds of questions Hanna had been throwing at her since she arrived at school three hours earlier. Having been at her grandparents house for the entire weekend (she wasn't sure her grandparents even knew what the Internet was, and almost cried when her phone died and she realised she'd forgotten her charger), Hanna hadn't heard anything about Ashton and Ava's "friendly outing," and was determined to find out every possible detail.
"Where did you go?"
"Crazy Golf," Ava whispered, thankful that they were sat near the back of the room because Mr Putt had a tendency to kick people out of his class.
"Did you kiss?" Hanna whispered back, an amused smile on her face.
Instead of answering, Ava shushed her in a pathetic attempt to avoid the question, keeping her eyes focused on the front of the room as a slight blush formed on her cheeks.
"Oh, my God," Hanna whispered excitedly, sitting up in her seat. "You did, didn't you!?"
"Shut up," Ava mumbled, quickly smiling as Mr Putt glanced in their direction, a slight glare on his face.
"I can't believe you kissed him."
Ava sat for a few seconds, wondering whether or not to reply. "Technically, he kissed me."
Hanna let out a little squeal, and Mr Putt's attention was cast directly on to them, his eyes narrowed and a scowl on his face. "Girls!"
Mumbling simultaneous apologies, Ava and Hanna both picked up their pens and made it look as if they were taking notes.
After a few minutes of doodling flowers in the corners of their papers (which they'd probably get in trouble for in the future) Hanna nudged Ava in the ribs with her elbow, causing Ava to turn and glare at her friend.
"That fucking hurt-"
"Sh!" Hanna whisper-shouted, nodding her head in the direction of the door. "Look."
Ava looked over, unable to stop the dumb smile from crossing her face as she saw Ashton's face through the small window, his eyes scanning the room. When he met hers, he winked (he actually winked, and Ava felt her stomach do a backflip) before knocking three times, interrupting Mr Putt's monologue about whatever play it was they were studying (Ava didn't even care anymore) as he called for Ashton to come in. He stood for a moment, waiting expectantly for Ashton to give a reason as to why he was there.
"Miss Summers is wanted at the Principle's office," Ashton spoke, running his fingers through his hair as he quickly glanced to Ava. "Like, now."
"Why?" Mr Putt asked, and Ashton panicked slightly because he hadn't actually thought of an excuse.
"She, uh, she's got to go home for a family emergency," he bullshitted, but Mr Putt's unamused expression made him feel like he had to expand on his explanation. "It's her dog. It just... Died."
He glanced back at Ava, who was sat trying to stifle her laughter by biting on her lip, which only made it harder for Ashton to concentrate on his conversation with Mr Putt.
"Why have you been sent to deliver this message, Mr Irwin?" Mr Putt asked, and Ashton wished he'd just stop being an asshole and let Ava leave.
"I know how much Deefa meant to her," Ashton lied, and he could feel every single person in the room's eyes on him. "Thought it would be better for a friend to deliver the news."
