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#113: Skater [AU]

i'm sorry for making au's bc ik how much they hurt but if you have any other au's you want me to do just say so 8)

Ashton: "Stop skating in the halls, Irwin!" A deep voice boomed, echoing through the school hallways. These were pretty much normal, the skaters would end up getting reprimanded by some teacher for skating in the hallways when they knew well that it was against the rules. Although you were quite new to this school, you were perfectly aware that this wasn't allowed. Skating in the halls weren't allowed in any high school - private or not. You shook your head disapprovingly, not bothering to see who this Irwin person was, and continued walking to your next class, which was English. "Look out!" A voice yelled out from behind you, sounding quite urgent. You whipped around to see who was yelling, but let out a shriek when someone bumped into you with such speed. Both of you fell down onto the floor, groaning in pain as you tried to push off the boy who fell on top of you. "Get off me," You huffed, feeling an aching in your backside while trying to shove the skater boy off of you. "I'm so sorry," Your eyes met hazel colored ones, looking back at you with such tenderness. You stopped squirming, and you were completely taken in by this stranger's beauty. He had messy dark blonde hair, plump pink lips and beautiful hazel eyes that were wide as they looked down at you in worry. "Are you alright? I am so sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you," His voice snapped you out of your little daze, and you noticed the heavy accent in his voice. Australian, probably, you thought as you shook your head with a small smile on your face. "No, it's fine but can you please... get off? You're kinda heavy." You asked, making the boy blush. He mumbled an apology under his breath and pushed himself off you, helping you up as soon as he was on his feet. You thanked the boy with a huge smile, but winced in pain when you felt pain on your backside. "Are you alright?" He asked, concern present on his beautiful face. You shook your head, making eye contact with a fuming teacher right behind Ashton, "My butt kinda hurts." The teacher's gaze softened, turning to look at the hazel eyed boy with a frown on his face, "I would reprimand you for skating in the halls, yet again, but it looks like this young lady needs help. Get her to the clinic as soon as possible, Ashton." The boy, whose name was Ashton, grinned as he took your small hand in his. "I'll so make it up to you," he whispered before leading you away, and into the clinic to treat yourself.

Michael: "Sorry I'm late," A voice interrupted the teacher's lecture, causing you to look up from your notepad. Your eyes spotted a bright haired boy grinning at the teacher mischievously, with a skateboard in hand. Your teacher rolled his eyes, shaking his head at the purple haired boy's tardiness. "Mr. Clifford, you're late yet again," He remarked, taking a pen out of his pocket. "What excuse do you have for me this time?" The boy ran his hand through his faded purple hair, shrugging, "Nah, no excuses this time. I'm just gonna say that I woke up late because that's exactly what happened today." Laughter broke out from a few of our classmates, which made the teacher shake his head at the tardy boy. "Get to your seat," Michael mockingly saluted our teacher, snickering as he made his way to the back of his class, where he usually sat. It was always like this, he would always arrive late and interrupt the class, making up a different excuse every single time. You should dislike people like him, those who would willingly disrupt the lesson with his tardiness and his nasty jokes - your father taught you that you should never get involved with troublemakers such as him. But for some weird reason, you find yourself drawn to someone like him, there was just something charming about him that you couldn't shake off. You couldn't get him off your mind, you wanted to get to know him better and if you didn't know any better, you might have already had a crush on him. Besides the fact that his name was Michael Clifford, and that he likes to skate and joke around, you knew absolutely nothing else about him. You've never tried talking to him, he wouldn't notice someone who would disappear in the background just like you. You shook your head, shoving thoughts of a certain purple haired boy away from your mind. The teacher started on the next chapter of your lesson, and you tried to listen but couldn't get your mind off Michael. You gave up on listening to the lecture eventually, and slumped in your seat to try and pass the time. "Hey," You heard someone whisper, causing you to peer over your shoulder. Michael was sitting right behind you this time, which was quite unusual because he usually sat in the very back. Your cheeks heated up at the realization that he was talking to you, and he wore this genuine smile that made your heart race. "Do you have an extra pencil I could borrow?" He asked, his smile not fading as he spoke. You nodded, digging out the pencil you have saved in case of emergencies, and handed it to him. Michael giggled, patting your head before muttering a, "Thanks Y/N," It was only just a few words, but that made your entire day. Well, that and the fact that Michael Clifford knew your name.