The Seniors // 5sos

the six of them

im so excited to be posting this !! im not sure when it will be updated but i am currently working out a schedule for all my stories c:

and yes, 'ms todd' in my story is anna todd - the write if after, ok? ahaha no disrespect intended, i just thought that bc she's like so well known, she deserves to be a character in a story. cx

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They were just six high school kids. All a part of their own segregations of the social caste of EBH - East Brook High.

And at the time, not once did it ever cross their minds to affiliate with the other - there was absolutely no reason to.

Take note of the keywords: 'at the time.'

They each drove to school, the wheels of their transport rolling bumpily along the cracked and uneven road leading up to East Brook High School - where morals and students were even more cracked and uneven than the twenty -year-old faded tar road right outside their classrooms.

Grace grumbled as she pulled up at the red light. Not at the fact that the traffic light was most unnecessary as the turn into the school car park was less than two metres away, but because pulled up across from her was Sage - her younger sister in the midst of her sophomore year - who was busy in high pitched conversation with her friends of equally high ignorance, clearly talking about Grace.

It was always something about her. There was always something - anything - someone could pick out. Would it be her taste in music that blasted through the old radio of her Mercedes Benz coupe, drawing eyes to her rusted blue piece of shit (which she dearly loved) , or the way three silver piercings lined up along her earlobe on each ear, or the fact she was so tempestuous and opinionated - one of those indie rock loving, feminist prose reading, anti conforming bitch.

Grace turned up the dial, scowling with indignation at attempt of seeming more menacing than beautiful, as she drowned out the high pitched harmonies of chatter, annoying giggles and ditsy music of her sister's choice, and focused on the road ahead; her foot slamming down on the accelerator as soon as the light blinked green, leaving with a swift nod of the head and smirk as she passed the sophomores in a trail of smoke.

Meanwhile, across the car park sat Luke Hemmings - 'pretty boy' at school and amateur model out of school. Sitting propped up against the trunk of his newly waxed ride, his group of friends crowding around him as if his presence was actually a pleasant thing. "Hey Sage." He stopped picking at the ripped material of his black skinny jeans and looked up, flashing a smile and a quick wink as her posse walked past, their textbooks pressed against their chests and their eyes never leaving Luke.

Grace looked on by the entrance of the school at how her sister could be so oblivious. A guy with a personality and face like Luke's was anything but desirable. She stomped through the front door with haste, ripping down a 'Prom' poster down while doing so; a shrill "Hey!" escaping the lips of the junior volunteer with a jagged pixie cut and too much enthusiasm to be a high schooler.

"Excuse me do you know which way Ms Todd's office is?" His eyes flickered around to the floor, his head hung low and his shoulders slumped in lack of hope.

"You new here?" Grace laughed as he responded quick and sharp nod. "Y-yeah I moved arou-"

"Save it Ching." She spoke, holding up a hand while studying which block she was currently in.

"I-I'm not asi-"

"Down the hall to the right," She grumbled, "Have fun." Grace chuckled as she walked off, sauntering aimlessly down the hall, her finger rocking the dangling locks of each wall high, light blue metal locker until she was out of sight.

"Down the hall to the right." Calum repeated to himself, soon finding himself right outside the wooden door of Ms Todd's - the school counsellor's - office. Bringing a hand to the fogged glass pane, he knocked quietly and was greeted by a young woman - most likely in her late twenties. Her hair was down, falling into curls just below her shoulder and she stood shorter than Calum.

"Have a seat, have a seat." He sat in one of the two leather seats, compacted awkwardly as she rushed back to her desk, opening up her laptop with a freshly manicured hand.

"I'll be with you in a moment." She smiled, Calum nodding around obediently as he studied the bland office - mostly just her desk, the two burgundy leather seats with wooden arm rests, and books lined up from ceiling to floor - ranging from teen pregnancy, to teen sex, to teen drug use, to drug use in total.

Tapping away on her keyboard, Ms Todd mumbled along with each word spoken, just loud enough for Calum to question.

"Undulating with desire, Harry removes her red..." She paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she worked on another word as she backspaced. "Crimson undergarments. There we go." She smiled widely, pressing shut the lid of her laptop before pulling out Calum's transcript, ignoring the completely shocked expression plastered all over his face.

"So, nine schools in ten years. My, my - army brat?" She asked, her fingers tapping away as she read from the yellow folder.

"Yeah, my-my dad is, uh-"

"That's enough. I'm sure you won't find East Brook any different than your old schools. Same little shit-for-brain's everywhere." She smiled warmly; the complete opposite reaction of Calum's.

"Excuse me? D-dude you just say.." Calum looked around, seeing a framed degree in psychology hanging up against the white painted wall. "..Am I in the right office?"

"Not anymore you're not. I've got imbeciles to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot." She waved the wide eyes child, still in awe, off. "Scoot!" She repeated hastily, and grabbing his bag in a quick scoop, Calum did exactly that.

Opening the wooden door, Calum couldn't help but look back as the counsellor looked most professional, typing away onto her laptop as if working. He now understood why that girl told him to 'have fun'.

Snapping out of his questionable thoughts, Calum staggered, his chest bumping up against the back of another student waiting at the door of Ms Todd's office. His dirty blonde hair overgrown, and pushed back with a deep red bandana as he stood by the doorway, his bad-boy demeanour seeping in. "Mr Irwin! See that we've been making our visits here a weekly ritual!" Cameron heard Ms Todd call out from her desk before the door was slammed shut in a swift movement behind him.

"Hey I'm Michael." Calum turned to see yet another student waiting by the counsellors door, causing him to ponder over how troubled this school secretly was. Greeted with a smile, his hand held out, and his red hair - most likely dyed - spiking up at every which way completely contrasting against his button up shirt tucked into his chinos, Calum smiled back, despite the fact that this kid looked like a mix of punk-rock and a bible salesman. "You're Calum Hood, yeah? I'm here to show you around."

Calum nodded. The first decent person at this school, who could uphold a regular conversation. "Oh hi," He let out a sigh of relief, "Thank God - you know, normally they send down those audio-video geeks." He laughed quietly.

"You know, I do, I know what you mean." He chuckled, a strange flustered look in his eyes.

"Hey Mikey, where should I put the slides?" Calum smiled as Michael brushed off the video audio geek away, his cart of film equipment trailing behind. "Michael?!"

"So uh.." Turning back to Calum, he pulled out a piece of paper, "Heres the breakdown of the 'East Brook High social system'. Welcome to the car park."

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I PICTURE THIS AS AMERICA, SO YES THEY ARE TECHNICALLY AMERICAN.

EXCEPT FOR ASHTON. HES STILL A LITTLE KOALA BEAR.

xx - k