A/N Ok, did you guys hear about Good Girls being their next single? Soo pumped!
Ashton "'Cause every night she studies hard in her room at least that's what her parents assume"
You knocked on the door to your parents bedroom. They called for you to come in, so you poked your head through the door. "Hey guys, I'm turning in for the night ok?" You told them. They both smiled approvingly and nodded. You heard them whisper that you was a good girl before you shut the door. You smirked, if only they knew. You were wearing your dressing gown with your clothes underneath. Once you got to the safety of your room, you undid the tie and hung it up. You heard a buzz coming from your phone and looked down at the screen, it showed a message saying that your boyfriend, Ashton was here. You unlatched the windows safety notch and let that boy of yours into your room. He came up and hugged you. You leant against his chest and smiled. He looked down at your outfit - ripped skinny jeans and an ACDC shirt. You walked over to your dresser to do my hair and makeup. You sat down and began the tiring process of making yourself look presentable. Ash came up behind you and hugged you from behind. "C'mon babe, you don't need that shit, your beautiful without it." He whined. You smiled but continued applying the product. He began kissing your neck and slightly pulling at the skin with his teeth. You shoved him away hard. You looked at your neck and groaned, there was already a slight mark evolving. "Ash" you grumbled. He looked guilty but then pulled you out the window to his waiting car. "I hate you." You mumbled. He laughed, "No, you love me." He insisted. "Yeah, and I hate that." He just laughed. Then you pulled up to the bonfire party. It was huge with kids smoking, drinking and getting high everywhere. You gasped, this would be fun.
Calum "'Cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught. So just turn around and forget what you saw."
You turned around and kissed him, right on his lips. He pushed you up against the wall and kissed back. You smiled into the kiss. Here you were, kissing in the public library - what has society come to? Well, you can't do it anywhere else. Your house is off limits because of your family and his house is off limits because if his sister and her boyfriend. His tongue slid into your mouth and you groaned inwardly, did he have to be such a boy and go straight for tongue? Next thing you knew, bodies were shadowing the light coming from the dodgy lights in the ceiling. You broke apart and looked up at your discoverers. It was Cal's friends Ash, Luke and Mikey. They laughed when they saw you two pressed against each other.
"I'd expect this from you Cal, but Y/N - I thought you were a good girl." Luke said, his tone amused. "Well think again Hemmings, cos good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught. So just turn around and forget you saw this." You smirked, with a dismissive wave of your hand. They laugh again and leave. You turn to Cal, "Where were we, Mr Hood?"
Luke "She can speak French, I think she's fluent."
You gasped at all the lights and people and food and... Ugh, let's just say everything was perfect. Luke grabbed your hand in his large one and dragged you through the masses of people, towards a nice little crepe place. The man asked what you wanted in, surprise, surprise, French. Luke just stood there, a worried expression on his features. You smiled, pushed past him and gave the man your orders in French. The man put them in, smiled and told you it'd be a five minute wait. You turned back around to find an impressed Luke staring at you. "What was that?" He asked, clearly amused. You shrugged, "Nothing." You reply as you get handed your crepes, he laughs humourlessly. "That was not nothing Y/N! I had no idea you spoke French." He said, amazed. You laughed "Well Luke, I do take French." You pointed out to him. He looked guiltily at the floor, "Oh, yeah." He says, as if he's remembering. He suddenly stops and shouts at the top of his lungs, "MY GIRL CAN SPEAK FLUENT FRENCH, SO PROUD!!". God he was a dork.
Michael "She's a good girl, a straight A student" (his POV)
I watched her carefully, the way her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth, how her glasses fell down the bridge of her nose when she put her head down and how she withdrew in class. She was beautiful. No buts. Sure, she was the school nerd, a straight A student, but that didn't matter. She got up and walked over to my desk. She looked at me and muttered "I know I'm irresistible, but do you mind not staring?" She smirked at me. I was shocked, how did that happen? How did the nerd just talk to me, the bad boy? And with her voice dripping with sarcasm too. "I, uh, um.." I stammered, trying to come up with a plausible excuse of why I was staring at her. She chuckled quietly, "It's all good, don't sweat it." She grabbed my hand and scrawled something on it. Then she went back to her desk, picked up her paper and went over to the teacher. I looked down at my palm and see a number then a message written on it.
0427819423
Call me sometime Mikey, it'd be cool to 'chill' with you.
I smiled and looked up at the supposed nerd, except now to me, she was a nerd no longer.
