Just Saying

Chapter 1

"ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN!!" I screamed as the shaggy haired boy threw me over his shoulder.

"Whatcha guys doin?" Luke asked coming into the backyard. He stopped on the deck and looked down at Ash and I. Ashton turned so him, along with my butt, was facing Luke.

"Breanna tried to put grass down my shirt, now she can't reach it." Ashton told Luke sounding proud of keeping me out of reach of the grass. I heard a faint laugh from Luke. The truth was I saw a spider on a blade of grass and tried to put it on Ash, but he moved his arm and my hand accidentally went into the huge arm hole in his muscle tee. I won't tell him the truth until he puts me down and I can run. Because knowing Ashton, he would try to do the same to me.

"You're guys are weird. C'mon Breanna I have to take you to dance practice." Luke said. I hadn't realized today was Tuesday and I had to go to dance practice. I'm on my school's dance team and my coach is very strict about not missing practice, therefore I have to go back to the school.

"Fine. Ash you need to put me down."

I tried sliding off his back. Instead, he ignored me and walked inside with me still dangling off his shoulder. He passed Luke and I could now see the tall blonde. As he followed Ashton and I inside, he laughed at my predicament. I probably looked like a dead animal hanging there and I couldn't do anything about it. Ashton brought me to the living room and dropped me on the couch.

"Have fun at practice Bree. Show 'em who the best dancer in California is." Ash said before hugging me so I could go get ready.

I rushed up and went to Luke's room to change into my dance clothes. I live with four teenage boys. Unfortunately the house isn't big enough for five teenagers to have their own rooms. Which means Calum and Michael have to share a room and I have the smallest room in the house. My room doesn't have a closet and Luke just happens to have an enormous closet, so we split the closet in half between us.

After I finished putting on my loose sweat pants and rolled up the bottoms to my mid calf, I went into the upstairs bathroom to put my hair into a high ponytail. I slipped on my DCs and made my way back downstairs.

"I'm ready!" I said, grabbing my phone off the coffee table in front of the couch.

Luke came into the room with his car keys in hand and we made our way out the door. I'm 16 right now and I haven't got my drivers license, so the boys always drive me places. Luke opened the passenger door for me, letting me in before shutting it and making his way to the driver side.

"We're a little late." he said before starting the vehicle and making our way to the school.

"She'll just have to deal with it." I responded. Honestly, my coach does piss me off. Her stupid rules like not having a boyfriend while on the team and having to come to every practice no matter what really tick me off. It's not like I would have a boyfriend anyway, I live with four guys who would never let me date a guy unless he was absolutely perfect. But perfect guys don't exist, so I won't be having a boyfriend anytime soon. The rule still pisses me off. I think it's stupid, it's not our coaches' job to control what we do outside of dance.

"You okay Bree?" Luke asked. I must've seemed irritated by what I had said.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just really don't like my coach."

"Okay. Call me when you guys finish. Have fun!" Luke came to a stop in the round about in front of my high school.

"Thank you! Bye." I got out of the car and began to walk inside. I hurried into the commons and found the team already stretching, meaning I was late...