the pale and the dimpled ;; mashton

two // subs

"Hello, class. I'm going to be your substitute for today, and we will all be switching seats."

Ashton hadn't heard better words all year.

Walking into his chemistry class - nearly late, as always - Ashton was feeling slightly down. He wasn't very fond of Tuesdays (he didn't have music and his chem class was shorter) and the rain had put a damper on his mood. He had sat down, unenthusiastically returning Taylor's greeting, and waited for the teacher to arrive.

The sub was a young woman, which didn't go unnoticed by the boys in the classroom. Ashton saw many hands fly to their pants, making him roll his eyes. Beside him, Taylor muttered, "Horndogs."

But when the sub spoke again - she called herself Ms. P, which caused a few disgusting groans to arise - Ashton could not be happier.

"For today until the end of semester, your teacher has allowed me to grant you all permission with choosing you partners, but please," She said quickly, noticing Jake Stevenson's hungry glance at Molly, the sex toy of the class, "Choose wisely. I do have a list of certain students who may not sit together."

Ashton quietly fumbled with his fingers as people around him got up to meet with their new partners. "Hey, Ash," Taylor spoke and he moved his hazel eyes onto her. "I'm going to partner with Ernie, if that's alright," She asked politely. Ashton nodded; Taylor had once told him about her small crush on the cute and polite nerd.

Taylor beamed, kissing his cheek before going towards Ernie's desk. Ashton watched solemnly, because he had only one person in mind with whom he wanted to partner, but did not know if the feeling was mutual.

"Irwin," Ash's friend Arnold came up to him. "Partners?" He asked.

The cinnamon haired boy was about to agree when he felt a familiar piercing pair of green eyes on him. He looked behind Arnold to see Michael nodding towards the vacant seat next to him. "Actually," Ashton said, his mouth curling into a smile as he looked back at his dark haired friend. "I already have a partner."

Arnold looked behind him to see Michael with a smirk on his cherry lips. "Clifford? That's who you're pairing up with? I thought we were friends, mate."

Ashton grabbed his bag from the seat, patting Arnold's shoulder. "We are," He said with a half smirk half smile as he watched Michael. "But I like to mix it up a bit."

With that, he crossed the room, leaving his friend behind.

// an

THE MASHTON FEELS ARE EXPLODING INSIDE ME RN LIKE WHOA THIS IS NOT OKAY

k so my phone battery's going to die but I decided to type this up cause I love y'all to pieces ^-^

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k bye ily.//