5sos imagines 2.0

You're rivals

Calum

I walked along the school corridors, on my way to my next lesson. Suddenly, pain jolted through my shoulder as Calum shoved into me.

"Do you mind?" I spat.

"Not at all." He smirked, walking into class. I rolled my eyes as I followed him in. I sat down and got out my notes.

"Psst." My eyebrows furrowed as I looked behind me, at Luke, who was making the sound.

"What?" I asked.

"Do you hate Calum?" He asked. I rolled my eyes.

"I don't hate him, I just find his bad-boy persona annoying." I replied.

"Well that's slightly ironic, considering that he only puts on that persona to impress you." Luke admitted.

"What?" I scoffed.

"He really likes you, Y/N. And your ex told him that you like bad boys, when obviously you don't, so he puts that on so that you'll like him." He shrugged.

"Why is that my problem?" I asked.

"Because he won't stop talking about how he regrets what you think of him. Just talk to him, please." He begged.

"Urgh, fine. But not for him." I spoke.

"That's fine." He smiled. The bell rang and I shot out of class. Suddenly, I spotted Calum. I walked up to him before grabbing him and shoving him into the caretaker's closet before shoving him against the door.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he spat, looking at me with wide eyes.

"You like me, yes or no?" I asked.

"Wait, who told you that-."

"Answer the fucking question." I hissed, making him sigh.

"Yes. Yes, I like you." He muttered. I sighed.

"Okay. I'm giving you one more chance to not be a dick." I spoke.

"Are you serious?" he smiled.

"Completely." I nodded.

"Thank you." He grinned before kissing my cheek and leaving the closet.

Luke

I sighed as I looked down at my phone. Suddenly, mum walked in.

"The Hemmings' are here, Y/N." she spoke.

"So?" I asked.

"So, that means that Luke is here." She said, making me groan.

"Tell me what he has to do with me?" I sighed.

"Just try to be civil." She begged.

"Fine, but if he oversteps the line like he usually does, he's going to get a kick in the balls." I promised. She rolled her eyes before leaving. A while later, the door opened again and Luke walked in.

"Hello, princess." He chuckled as he sat down on my bed.

"Oh, hell no." I shook my head as I stood up.

"What?" he chuckled.

"Why the fuck are you in here?!" I spat.

"Well, our parents are talking, Ben and Jack are hanging out with your older brothers, so I thought that I would hang out with my other half." He chuckled. I went to my door.

"Fuck you, Luke." I scoffed as I shut it. I turned around and gasped as suddenly, I was pinned against the door with Luke holding my hands above my head.

"Please do." He chuckled, ghosting his lips over my neck.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

"I don't actually hate you. I actually really like you, and I'm pretty sure that you feel the same way." He spoke, looking at me. I nodded.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." He smiled gently before leaning down and pressing our lips together.

"Tell me if you want to stop." He mumbled against my lips. I shook my head as his lips moved down to my neck.

Michael

I walked into the house and shut the door.

"Luke?" I called out to my brother.

"In here!" he yelled from the living room. I walked in and my eyes widened as I saw Michael.

"What the fuck is he doing here?!" I spat as he stood up and walked towards me.

"I could ask you the same thing, princess." He smirked.

"I fucking live here, dumbass, what's your excuse?" I hissed.

"Band practice, baby girl." He chuckled.

"I swear to fucking god, you need to stop calling me nicknames." I snapped.

"Or what? You'll stand on my toes? I'm not afraid of you, sweetheart." He chuckled, looking down at me.

"Woah, woah, let's just calm down here, I don't like my best friend and my sister being sworn enemies." Luke spoke, standing in between us.

"Also, Michael, she's right, stop the nicknames, that's my baby sister." He spoke, looking disgusted.

"Yeah, fuck you, Michael." I muttered as I walked into the kitchen. I went to the fridge and opened it. I bent down as I looked for a drink.

"Damn." I shot up to see Michael smirking at me as he leant against the counter.

"What do you want?" I hissed.

"A truce." He spoke simply.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Look, I love Luke as much as you do, we're practically brothers. And it really gets to him when we fight. So, what do you say?" he asked hopefully. I sighed.

"Fine. But not because I like you. I'm only doing this because I love Luke." I spoke.

"Nah, you love me really." He smirked before walking away.

Ashton

"He started it!" I hissed as I pointed at Ashton, who was sitting next to me in the headmaster's office.

"I started it?! You're the one who's been bitching about me for the past three months!" he snapped.

"Hey, language, Mr Irwin." The headmaster warned. Ashton rolled his eyes.

"I'm only bitching about you because you're always such a dick to me!" I spat.

"Language!" the headmaster spoke again.

"Fuck you, Y/N." Ashton sneered.

"Oh, fuck you too." I spat.

"Language-right, okay, I've been told that this happens in every lesson, as well as lunch and basically every time you see each other." The headmaster sighed.

"Your brother, Calum, is his best friend, right?" he asked. I nodded.

"So, why are you sworn enemies?" he asked.

"Because she's a-."

"Do not finish that sentence, Mr Irwin." He warned.

"Both of you get out. Make up, or you're both in detention." He spoke. I sighed before leaving, with Ashton following behind me.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he sighed.

"Oh, you're only apologising after three years of this shit." I spat.

"Okay, look, I get that you're annoyed, but we need to do this. If not for us, do this for Calum." He spoke, making me sigh.

"Fine. Truce." I spoke, stretching out my hand. He took it but quickly pulled me into a hug.

"Ashton, you're crushing me." I laughed.

"Oh well, I wanted a hug, and you're small, so it's even better." He chuckled before letting me go.

"Shut up." I giggled.