Ashton's point of view
"so you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans"
Ed Sheeran rang through my ears as I waited for my next class to start, everyone around me was either talking or laughing with their friends, all except me.
As usual everyone is having fun and living their life while they can, but I'm stuck in a small bubble where nobody can reach me.
I peered over to the small clock on the side of the wall and saw that it was only one minute until class started.
I absolutely loath school, not just because I don't have many friends, but because I'm failing most of my classes.
Then my teacher walked in taking the longest strides that anyone has ever taken in the history of walking.
"Good morning class!" She bellowed out towards us.
The were a few mumbles of 'good morning Miss Fogarty' but other than that everyone just stayed seated.
"I said, good morning class!" she shouted at us.
this time she got a loud chorus of 'good mornings'. Obviously satisfied with her work she slammed her books onto her desk and turned to her back board.
Just as she was about to write something down someone walked through the door.
"Is this Miss Fogarty's class?" He asked in a deep husky voice.
He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that I could see from right at the end of the classroom. He also has a sall lip ring hanging from the bottom of his lip.
He was wearing a Nirvana band tee instead of uniform and some black skinny (and I mean skinny) jeans with some dark black sun glasses.
"Ah, yes you must be Mr Luke Hemmings, welcome to st Josephs!" The she devil said to him trying to act nice infront of him, just wait and see what happens when the real lesson starts.
"Why don't you take a seat nest to... how about Mr Irwin," She motioned to the empty seat next to me and a slight grin formed on his face.
Great, just great.
He started walking over to me still smirking and slid into the empty seat.
Miss Fogarty started the lesson and almost immediatly Luke turned to face me.
"I'm Luke," He said.
"So I've heard," I replied not looking at him.
There was a silence between us but he kept on looking at me.
"And you are?" He motioned towards me expecting an answer.
"Ashton," I planly said and Luke leaned back in his chair looking at me with a satisfied smirk plastered onto his face.
"So, tell me about yourself," he whispered and I gave him a glare.
"Shhhh, I'm trying to pretend to listen," I shushed him and a loud laugh escaped his lips.
"Mr Hemmings and Mr Irwin, wuld you like to explain why you are making coneveration while I am teaching!" Miss Fogarty shouted at us.
"And what we would like to know is why you are teaching during our conversation?" He said cheekily.
Some of the class sniggered at his words and the rest laughed out loud.
"Hemmings, Irwin, detention, after school!" She shouted and I slumped in my seat.
"thanks alot!" I whisper shouted at him when Miss Fogarty wasn't looking.
"what I'm just having a little fun," he said.
YOU ARE READING
The bad boy in the band tee {lashton}
Teen Fiction"It's hard to resist a bad boy, who's a good man"
