Mine (Lashton)

Chapter 17 Ima Gonna Slap A Hoe

So since I've done like a load of depressing chapters I thought I'd so a few nicer coupley chapters as fillers.

Bring on the Lashton

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Ashton

Notepad, pencil case, ruler, water bottle, lunch money, oh and the bane of my existence. My fucking crutches that I had to use for another week. With a fucking broken arm.

It was my first day back at school and I really didn't want to go. No one knew I was in the hospital because thankfully there was easter holiday. Wasn't looking forward to everyone seeing me on crutches though. Ellie dropped me off at school, she didn't want me to go back either. She tried to convince me that homeschooling was for winners.

"Just try not to...you know...end up in the hospital?" Ellie suggested weakly. I snorted at her comment, to me it was funny. Well at least I could laugh about it. Knowing me I'll walk into a door and break my face or something stupid like that.

I moseyed into school and had the best greeting possible. A pair of hot lips pressed against mine, counter with the cold feeling of the lip ring he wore. We were getting funny looks but who gives a fuck. Luke Hemmings was kissing me.

I moaned and melted into his grip of his arms around my waist, that just made him smile against my lips. I'm glad I had my clutches now, he made me weak in the knees.

He slid his hand around my waist and we started walking down the corridor. Everything seemed different from this perspective. Everyone said their 'Hello Mr Irwin's' to me when I'd never even seen them before. Freshmen ran up to me and gave me cups of piping hot hot chocolate. "How did they know I drank hot chocolate?" I laughed, someone had them really well trained.

"You don't think I know your coffee order of hot chocolate?" Luke laughed smugly. I beamed at him and everyone else that was saying hi to me, I knew it was because I was on the arm of head jock but to me he wasn't head jock, he was Luke Hemmings, my boyfriend.

"What does your day look like today?" I asked when we reached his locker. "Maths, lit, dance, business studies and then football" Luke huffed while he clawed through all the crap in his locker. A lot of crap.

"Oh yeah Annie wanted to see you about something?" Luke randomly. Who the fuck was Annie?

"Who the fuck is Annie?" I enquired. I can't remember ever meeting someone called Annie.

"Calum's new girlfriend. She wanted to walk into the meeting with her since you're new as well" Luke explained. Wait wait wait, there was a meeting that I had to go to? When did this happen.

I looked at Luke confused, "The Greendale Gatherers. The girlfriends of the guys on the football team, or boyfriend in our case" Luke explained.

No shit, they were actually a real group. I just assumed that they were a myth casually heard behind closed lockers. And now I had to be one of them. It just seems wrong to walk into a room of bitches and be the only guy there.

"I talked Kiara, Brad's girlfriend, into letting you in. Just make a good impression and don't tell 'em how amazing I am at making out" Luke laughed with a flirty wink. "Trust me I won't" I replied. His face fell into a pout.

The bell rang overhead and before I could stop him, Luke pinned me against the locker and caught my lips in his. His hand may have also slipped into the back pocket of my jeans and cupped my ass but what the hell.

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I nervously walked into the very pits of hell. The cheerleader's conference room. All the football team's girlfriends were cheerleaders. Apart from me and Annie, who was actually really nice and not a little bitch who may have slept with my boyfriend.

I got looks of disgust shot my way, hoes can't get with my boyfriend anymore. Either that or they were shock that Luke was in a relationship.

"I feel so out of place here?" Annie laughed nervously. We walked in with our arms linked, even though we had only met like an hour ago it felt like we met years ago. I was walking without my crutches as well and already had my sling off. The doctor's gave it a few weeks to heal before rehab.

"I feel fat" I commented. These bitches were all so skinny. I guess I hadn't picked up my complimentary eating disorder promoted by the Greendale Hellcats.

"You look it" one of the passing bitches commented venomously. I don't look fat, you just look look like you've had surgery. When your eight and your boobs are around your knees, I will laugh. Laugh proudly.

"Alright bitches" Kiera called, taking her seat at the helm of power, aka the only chair that spins at the end of the table. I was sat in the chair that creaked when you sat on it, near the door. Perfect.

"Let's bring this meeting order. Welcoming Annie and the current of Luke Hemmings' whores. This weeks agenda is what we'll be doing as representatives at the easter classic?" Kiera brought up with a plastic fake smile. She glanced around the room looking for suggestions, no one said anything.

Of course I had to open my mouth, "Well you have been wearing the same uniforms for like three years. Why not get new uniforms?" I suggested. Everyone turned and glared at me. I'm guessing that no one was supposed to answer Kiera's questions.

"Listen fag you're new here so you probably don't realise that I'm in charge...and I come up with all the new ideas around here"

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"Then she said 'I come up with all the new ideas around here' maybe that's why the language block doubles as the library and the Sports department. Whore needs to close her legs and pull her head out of her ass" I complained to everyone at our lunch table. Calum and Annie were being all cuddly and it was cute. Michael was scribbling down some last minute homework. Luke was still kissing at my neck. I'm gonna have like seven hickeys by the end of the day.

"Why don't you just pull rank on her?" Calum suggested. In my mind that sounded dirty, but then I realised he was talking about a girl, with a vagina. Gross. I just need Luke and his love machine. I am the perfect bottom and I will fake it just to make him feel better if he doesn't get the job done. Let's face it though...Luke Hemmings. Cue the screaming girls.

"Wadaya mean?" I asked, my eyes narrowed with curiosity. Luke continued to nibble at my neck and I would occasionally shiver and giggle. Which caused him to smile and moan and me to just melt into whatever he wanted me to do. I was down for making babies on this cafeteria table if he asked me to.

"I mean that you're dating the captain of the football team so you are in charge of the Greendale Gatherers. It's in their hand book" Annie explained, why didn't she tell me this before?

"Okay now Ima gonna slap a bitch. Excuse me but I'm just going to kick a bitch from her throne" I stated smugly. When I got up Luke moaned that I was leaving. I was on a fucking mission though.

I stormed straight to conference room and burst the door open, not really caring who the fuck was in there. All of the cheerleaders were sat around eating their salads for lunch.

"Who the fuck invited the fag?" Kiera chuckled, everyone around the table.

"Can you get out of that chair? I don't want you Nicki Minaj ass to make too much of an imprint before I take it from you" I shot back. Everyone gasped and started whispering to one and other about how I was the only person to stand up to Kiera.

"Excuse me fag but what give you the right to speak to me like that?" Kiera shrieked.

"The fact that his boyfriend is head of the football team" a voice that was music to my ears snapped back at Kiera. Two strong protective arms snaked around my waist and a warm body pressed against mine.

All the girl started fumbling around with their makeup and straightening their clothing out. He's fucking taken, get that through you bimbo skulls.

"By your own handbook. The person the captain of the football team is in a relationship runs this club before I let my boyfriend cut a hoe" Luke stated to the girls. They dare not disobey Luke. He was the reason the school was here. The reason the world turned. The reason why my world turned.

Kiera obliged and shakily stepped off her seat. Slowly limping over in victory was my prize. I practically fell into the chair. "Much better" I sighed.