michaels phone vibrated in his pocket.
he shook his head, deciding to ignore it.
"michael, dude," ashton spoke, taking another chug from his glass of diet coke. "dude, are you gonna answer your phone anytime soon?"
michael thought about it for a while. chances were, it was either audrey calling to apologise, or his parents calling to tell him off for skipping school.
either way, michael wasn't in any hurry to pick up.
"you know what?" michael fished his phone out of his pocket. "i don't think i will," he swung his phone around a little, stopping just when it was above his glass of full-fat coke.
"michael, i don't think that's a good idea," ashton raised his eyebrow, his body tensing up, showing he was ready to jump if michael did what ashton thought his was going to.
"none of this was a good idea," michael laughed. "my dad has a lump in his thigh, i'm losing my best friend to some... some..." michael paused. "i can't even think of a good enough cuss name to call him, dude. to some..."
"asshole? jerk? wanker? cumstain?" ashton provided, his eyes still glued on michael's phone.
"all of those things," michael frowned. "and more."
ashton let out one of his girly giggles. "we sound like right twats," he smiled at michael. "how about we man up, stop bitching, and play some league of legends or something?"
"do you even play league of legends?" michael cocked his left eyebrow.
"no, but you do," ashton let out another giggle. "so stop threatening your iphone's life and log into steam."
"you're a good pal, you know that?" michael smiled a little, moving his phone away from the glass, putting it on silent, and tucking it away in his back pocket.
"of course i do, mike," ashton patted his friends back, passing him his laptop.
// this was a bad ending, ah. aubree's p.o.v. //
"so, yeah," luke carried on talking, tapping his foot on the tiled floor. "i totally live alone. my mum and dad decided that i need my own space, so, yanno, they bought me my own house."
"really?" aubree raised her eyebrows. she wanted to believe luke, but she was skeptical. why would a student be allowed to live alone? what kind of parents would let their child live alone?
"yeah, totally," luke nodded. "mum and dad live like five streets away."
"oh," aubree nodded, leaning back onto the counter. "that's pretty cool, i suppose."
"yeah," luke lifted aubree onto the counter, standing between her legs. "means i get a lot of alone time," he smirked.
aubree felt her heartbeat quicken. she didn't know where luke was going with this, and she wasn't sure if she liked the implications of them being home alone.
luke lent forwards and pressed his lips onto hers, not giving aubree any time to react before pulling her hips closer to his chest.
of course, aubree kissed back. her and luke had kissed before, but they'd never really made out before. this? this was new to aubree.
her fingers locked in luke's hair, pulling it taunt as they left small, sloppy kisses on each others mouths, eventually leading into longer, needy kisses.
luke's hands, which were originally on her thighs, moved upwards, making their way up her stomach and stopping when they were on her breasts.
aubree shook her head, breaking away from the kiss.
"no," she pushed his hands away. "i'm not comfortable with this."
"aubree, come on," he kissed her neck. "don't be that girl."
aubree's eyes narrowed. "me? you don't want me to be that girl? how about you stop being that boy, huh?"
"i'm not doing anything wrong," luke raised his eyebrows. "it's not my fault you're frigid as fuck."
"i am not frigid!" aubree yelled, jumping down from the counter. "and even if i was, it's not a bad thing for me to not be ready."
"you're seventeen, aubree," luke spoke in a patronizing tone. "you're not gonna be desirable forever."
without hesitation, aubree's left hand rose and struck luke, leaving a red mark on his cheek.
"you are a mess luke robert hemmings," aubree walked away from luke, grabbing her backpack and heading towards the front door.
"where are you going?" luke called after her. "we ordered pizza, lots of it, who's gonna pay for it?"
"i have a friendship to fix, luke," aubree rolled her eyes, opening the door and stepping outside the threshold. "and pay for your own damn pizza, fuckboy."
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