Mine (Lashton)

Chapter 3 What The Hell?

Ashton

The whole week went by pretty quickly and soon enough it was Friday the last day of the week.

People were chanting TGIF while running down the hallways, Friday was only a half day so we all got to leave at lunchtime. It still meant I had dance class though. In fact it was my only class today, the rest were free periods.

I sauntered in quickly and Ms Hick's face lit up, I think I was kind of her favourite student and I had only been here a week, "Ashton, you will finally be able to dance today. We're doing to Tango so stretch up".

She seemed very delighted to see me dance, she was easily one of my favourite teachers and I loved dance so we had a lot to talk about. Back at my old school I was on a dance team, and I was so close to getting a scholarship offer as well. I didn't really feel comfortable asking Ellie and James (my new dad) to pay for college so I needed a scholarship.

Soon enough the whole class funnelled in, including Luke. He was really weird and stared at me for most of the lessons we had this week. "Gather around class".

"From next week until the end of term you will be choreographing your own routines to present at the showcase..." Ms Hicks began, Luke was about to protest. "Quiet Hemmings" everyone snickered at his defeated expression.

"Today though you will be working on the Tango for a bit of fun. Experienced partners will lead" everyone groaned and moved to there respected stations.

That guy called Calum walked by my slowly so he could mutter something, "Good luck Hemmings has two left feet" he laughed before jogging over to his partner. Great.

Luke slowly sauntered over to me.

"So urm...do you know how to do this...whatever?" he enquired nonchalantly. I could tell that he wasn't too bothered about the whole dance class thing. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hands, I guessed I was gonna be leading, and put them where they needed to be.

"What the hell?" he shrieked, I cut him off by leading his through the dance. This dance was more leading and following so I guess even he could do it. I could see where Calum was coming from, this was like dancing with a tree.

I knew the in and outs of this dance though so I was pretty sound, not to come of bigheaded mind that. Luke was wincing and his eyes were closed and he was turned away from me.

He was uncomfortable dancing with another guy.

"Wow Ashton, your technique is exemplary. I'm sorry you got stuck with Hemmings" Ms Hicks explained with a hearty laugh. I was close enough to hear Luke muttering profanities.

"Sorry we all got stuck with you..." Luke muttered under his breath.

"What was that Mr Hemmings?" Ms Hicks enquired with a certain hint of glee in her voice.

"I SAID I'M SORRY WE ALL GOT STUCK WITH YOU. WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO YOUR DESK AND SHOVE A BOOK UP YOUR ASS!!!" Luke screamed at the top of his voice.

My jaw dropped and Luke kind of smirked smugly to himself.

"Would you shut up?" I snapped at him. He looked taken off-guard by my comment.

"Hemmings principals office now...Ashton I'm sorry but you have to go as well since you also interrupted the lesson" Ms Hicks explained sweetly to me.

Oh my God. I had never been sent to the principals office before. What if it was like that scene in Matilda when they have that coffin thingy. Or what if they try to ask me to have sex with them like they do in teen-dramas. Holy fuck what if they're a vampire.

One thing was sure, this was all because of Luke Hemmings.

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Luke

I should have my own reserved spot outside Principal Weirs office. Ashton had decided to leave a seat in between, he looked really pissed.

I was still trying to work out what his little 'Would you shut up?' comment meant, he couldn't have actually meant for me to shut up because everyone wants and lives for what I have to say. I glanced over at him, he was glaring straight ahead, he looked completely pissed but also scared as well.

"So about that whole shut up comment?" I asked randomly, I kinda needed to know. No one had ever stood up to me before, it was intriguing to say the least.

He turned his head slowly and glared at me with death in his eyes, "Don't talk to me" he growled.

"So how did you get so good at dancing?, I mean you like rocked that dance" I enquired. In all truth I was getting bored just sitting here and he was the only person sat here. Even if everyone calls him a loser, I'm not really bothered about anyone else's popularity but my own.

He remained quiet.

"So you just don't talk at all? You should feel honoured that I'm talking to you" I stated with my usually confidence and valour.

He scoffed, "Not to you" he grumbled. Ouch. He had a certain something about him when he gave put attitude.

Homo-check.

"Ah...Mr Hemmings why am I not surprised you are here. Come on in" Principal Weir laughed, fat-ass cocky prick. I had no idea why none of my teachers like me, I have a glowing personality. I was Luke f*cking Hemmings for christ sake. Barring Ashton, everyone likes me.

We both took seats at the Principal's desk. Ashton didn't try to hide the fact that he scooted further away from me.

"So I understand that you said you wished you didn't have Ms Hicks as your teacher?" Principal Weir enquired. I nodded, biting the inside of my cheek to suppress a smile.

"She basically said the same thing about me" I offered. Ashton snorted from my right.

"You also told her to shove a book up her ass" Ashton laughed, it wasn't in humour but more in disbelief. Okay so I guessed I was looking at maybe a week of detention, possibly two at a stretch.

"Mr Hemmings, dance class is a required class for your timetable. As it stands you are failing the class. If you fail you will have no choice but to repeat the semester and also the year. Mr Irwin, you are eligible for a dance scholarship for an Ivy league college but Mr Hemmings is making your grade a fail as it stands. Which means you too may have to repeat the semester. Your final examination is the showcase. So in the effort of you two passing the year I am recommending that you both attend mandatory after school rehearsals in the dance studio. And it will not interfere with football so you have no excuse Hemmings" Principal Weir explained with a grin that much resembled the Cheshire Cat. He was enjoying this.

It was shocking to hear that I may have to repeat the semester. That would be the most embarrassing thing ever, I don't think anyone even amazing as me could bounce back from that. I was the most popular guy at this school, and I had to pass dance class.