So Called Random Words (Michael Clifford)

0.1 'result of Pinkie Pie and Stephanie'

"So, what's your 6th period class?" Noella asked me.

I looked down at my schedule I received at home room, "Uh, music with Mr. Horan."

She first smiled then it dimmed into a frown, "You'll like Mr. Horan, he's a good teacher and all, but you'll be in the same class as Michael and his 'crew'." She grimaced at the end of her sentence.

"Ohhh. That'll be... Interesting?" I said uncertainly. Does she hate them like some other kids at school do?

She scrunched her nose and shrugged. What is that supposed to mean?

We started telling each other very tacky jokes that made us laugh till our stomachs burned.

Then the bell rang. Our laughter died instantly as we shouted a goodbye to each other and parted our ways. I wretched open the music room's door and rushed inside huffing from running.

Damn I need to get in better shape.

"You're late," way to state the obvious Sherlock, "but you must be the new student. Come to the front of the class and introduce yourself."

I nodded and walked up to the front of the class awkwardly, "Uh hello. I'm Erin. Today's my first day here and I used to be homeschooled for my last two high school years and was going to for eleventh, but decided not to. And uh I'm sixteen..."

Mr. Horan nodded and told me to sit in the seat with my name on a name tag.

My father must've told all my teachers to use only my first and middle name which I am thankful for. I sat in the last seat of the second row against the wall.

Mr. Horan took roll call as I listened, eager to find the names if Michael "and his crew" and to see what they look like. I haven't even looked at my class yet, I sort of just strayed my eyes to the ground and now my desk.

Until I heard the name. "Michael Clifford?"

"Yeah, here." A deep voice spoke. I turned to the direction of the voice to see him sitting a little slouched back with his elbow propped on the desk and his hand slightly moving side to side.
I let my jaw drop and my mouth open as I muttered.

"Oh God, it's the result of Pinkie Pie and Stephanie."

I panicked slightly, but then realizing no one could've heard my mutter, with Mr. Horan continuing his role call.

I gazed at him, I would've never thought I would ever think this, but wow, that boy can rock pink. He had on a black leather jacket with black skinny jeans and has both piercings on his ears and eyebrow.

I continued to study him until I felt eyes burning holes into my head. I turned to the head two chairs behind Michael's just to see a pair of icy blue eyes glaring at me. The eyes were narrowed and filled with accusing.

I heard Mr. Horan's voice call, "Luke Hemmings?"

The boy burning holes into my eyes with his seethed out, "I'm here."

All while glaring at me.

I glanced at him trying to ignore his cold stare. He's slouching even further back then Michael, yet was still about a head taller than him.

Crap, of all people to hear me, it's the giraffe in black skinny jeans with a band tee with an on-point quiff, and a lip piercing.

I clicked my tongue knowing I'm now on his bad side and took a deep breath averting my eyes.

Class is slowly going by and had finally ended with the bell.

Michael had walked out laughing with three boys. Luke, Calum, and I think his name was Ashton.

That must be the famous Michael Clifford's crew Noella had warned me about. They all had this joyful, punk vibe.

>.<

I pushed through the door of the music shop calling out, "Honey, I'm home! Do you have spaghetti for me?"

I waited for the usual answer by Maria, my fellow friendly worker, as I dropped my bag on the nearest couch.

Instead I heard a light, amused male voice reply, "Well I can't cook spaghetti, but I do make a mean banana bread."

My head shot toward the voice up see him.

Just my luck.

Ashton Irwin.

How freaking perfect.