**dakota's outfit is in the external link
//michael//
He sat in the detention room by himself after finishing off in the bathroom. He was so close and then Vulkner had to walk in at the worst time. He wouldn't have been as annoyed if he walked in a few minutes earlier, but no. He sat in the same chair with his arms and legs crossed and his head against the wall, wondering what Vulkner did with Sam. Although he hardly even knew her, Michael felt bad getting her into more trouble. After all, she was just the new kid - an easy one at that. He thought back to how she promised to make up the whole submissive thing and he couldn't help but imagine everything he could do to her. Did Michael actually like Sam? Besides being a huge slut, she was exactly like him, so no, he didn't like her that that. She was a cool girl and everything, but he'd never want to date someone like himself. Michael wasn't good for anyone; he knew that for a fact, and had been told on multiple occasions.
The door opened and Ashton walked in by himself. He sat down at the table next to Michael's and nodded at him as he pulled out his drumsticks from his back pocket. Michael has never actually heard Ashton say anything until yesterday but it looked like he was back to being mute. Michael was surprised Ashton was even talking to Sam today and that she would get detention for him. Well, she was also going to try to get his dick, so he wasn't that surprised. But then he saw Ashton wandering around with Barbie today and couldn't help but wonder why she was hanging out with him. She was talkative and pretty and annoying while Ashton was boring and silent and a nobody.
"Did she do it?" Ashton wondered quietly. His eyes wouldn't meet Michael's as he looked at the quiet boy quizzically, wondering if he actually did say anything. "Did she get detention?"
A smirk crept up on Michael's face as he thought about Sam's pretty little mouth wrapped around him. "Oh yeah, she did. You're a lucky boy, Irwin."
Ashton glanced at Michael with furrowed eyebrows, but quickly dropped his gaze again, not bothering to ask what she had done to actually get detention or why he was apparently lucky. Instead, he decided to ask if Michael was still going to pizza tonight.
"Lottie's really hoping you'll go tonight." Ashton informed him.
Michael looked to Ashton with a confused and slightly disgusted look on his face. "Who?"
"The blonde girl." Ashton told him.
Michael nodded. "Right. Barbie. Why would she want me there? We're complete opposites anyway."
Ashton just shrugged and began talking quickly. "She just said she hopes to see you and Calum there and I said 'Michael probably won't go' and she asked why and I said 'It doesn't seem like his crowd' and she said 'Well I'd be very happy if he showed up' and yeah."
Michael got a weird feeling in his stomach. Someone actually wanted to see him besides Calum; someone was hoping to hang out with him. That was something that hadn't happened in a while. For the longest time, his only friend had been Calum and his only family was Calum. It was weird hearing that someone was going to be "very happy" to see him.
"Oh." was all Michael said before the two boys went back to silence.
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//sam//
Alone in detention; detention two days in a row. I didn't know which of those was worse. Either way, I'd be greeted at home by yelling and possibly a grounding. Although, my moms should remember that grounding me had never stopped me before. But if I was grounded, I at least wouldn't have to tell everyone the sappy shit I wrote in my essay. Why would I write that anyway? I was so lame.
Was I actually going to tell everyone? No way in hell. They all already think I'm a slut, but after that essay, they'd think I'm a stupid slut who needed to get her head out of her ass. Why did I even care about what they thought, though? I didn't care at my old school, so why do I care so much here? Maybe it was because people were actually talking to me here.
The door burst open and Vulkner stood holding the door open for someone. He also had someone's shirt collar in his other hand. Dakota walked in, dragging her sneakered feet. She wore old cut-offs that hugged her upper thighs, a loose, tied grey tank-top with a red and blue flannel hanging off her back, some grey vans, and a beanie. Her belly button piercing could be seen; just two dark blue studs.
The next person to walk in was someone I really didn't want to see. Luke was practically thrown into the room by his black singlet that said "DESTROY YOURSELF AND SEE WHO GIVES A FUCK" - how edgy. He wore black pants and black Converse to go with it. After running into the table, he steadied himself and looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, his face turning to a scowl.
"Are you kidding me?" he growled.
I stood. "Principal Vulkner, you can't possibly leave him in here with me!"
"I figured you could use some friends, so why not some familiar faces?" he smiled way too sweetly to be sincere.
"I'll blow him too." I blurted without even thinking. I just really didn't want to be near Luke.
From the corner of my eye, I saw both Luke's and Dakota's eyes widen at my words. Vulkner's eyes dropped to slits as he studied me. "What?"
"Do you want to try me?" I asked him, feeling brave. I crossed my arms over my chest. "I don't care if Dakota's here, I'll do it. Maybe we'll turn it to a threesome, who knows?"
A low growl seemed to emit from Vulkner, but he snapped his fingers as he pointed to Luke. "Come with me."
Luke didn't give me a second glance as he did as the principal said. Once the door was shut, Dakota looked to me, looking me up and down. "So...what did you plan on doing to me?"
-
Dakota and I talked little and when we did, it was mostly about our hatred for different students and teachers; mostly Vulkner. I laid down on the conference table, waiting for the day to end. One of the women from the office brought in the day's work we were supposed to do, but neither of us even touched it. I mostly laid there on the mahogany and thought about what I did to get myself in here. I actually sucked Michael's dick and I'd only known him for a day - hardly know him, actually. I'd told Dakota what I did and she was actually more shocked than I thought she'd be considering what she was saying about me yesterday to everyone else.
The door shot open and I sat up tiredly, not wanting to put up with Vulkner's shit right now. But I was surprised to see a dirty-blond head at the door instead of a balding one. Michael looked at me with intense green eyes as he bit at his lip, his bag hanging off one shoulder like he rushed to get here.
"Please not in here." Dakota begged, disgust plain in her tone and on her face.
Michael's eyes flashed briefly to her before returning to me. He raised an eyebrow challengingly. "Since I was 'not the one at fault'," he said, using air quotes. "Vulkner let me out. And I know a closet down this hallway. You could just say you went to the bathroom. We'll be quick."
I knew what he was hinting at because we didn't get to finish. Whatever, I was fine with it - I understood how frustrating it was to get so close only for the other person to leave you hanging. I didn't think Michael would judge me for it, and if he did, I still didn't care. It gave me the feeling that I wanted, so I'd do it. I told Dakota to cover for me before following Michael a short way down the hall to an unlocked door. He walked in and led me to the back of that room where a spacious utility closet was. He shut that door and turned the light on, looking around until he found a box to sit on. I straddled his lap like before, swinging my hair to one side.
"So, I was good, huh?" I smiled.
He chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I just wasn't finished yet. But you still owe me."
"Aw, why?" I cooed, jutting out my bottom lip like I was talking to a child. "Because you couldn't be all dominant? Poor baby."
"I'll make you pay for that later." he promised before his lips crashed into mine with a force that immediately got my heart racing.
Our tongues twisted together as I ran my hands through his hair and over his arms and down his flannel that hung onto his chest. His mouth moved to my neck, sucking harshly on my skin, making my whimper as my palms began to sweat and my breathing got jagged. God, how I loved this feeling!
I remembered I was just supposed to be in the bathroom, so I skipped the rest of the kissing and slid off of his lap and positioned myself between his legs. I undid his pants like before, pulling them down just enough to release his erection from them.
"Is the no touching rule still a thing?" he wondered, looking down at me.
"You can do whatever you want." I told him with a sly smile before kissing his tip lightly.
Michael sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair as the other fisted his jeans. I licked over his tip, watching through my eyelashes as he watched me. Without warning, I took him as far into my mouth as I could, watching as he threw his head back and moaned loudly, putting his hand from his hair to mine.
"Fuck," he breathed as I bobbed my head up and down at a decent speed. He pulled at my hair which didn't bother me - I was used to it. I swirled my tongue around him, hearing him moan and feeling him squirm. It didn't take long before he was gasping, "If you're going to stop, do it now."
Of course I wasn't going to stop. I wasn't a little bitch who wouldn't swallow. I kept my mouth on the end of his dick while I pumped what wasn't in my mouth with my hand. He moaned loudly as he twitched in my mouth before releasing the saltiness down my throat. I removed my mouth from him, swallowing and wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand. I grabbed the pack of gum from my back pocket where my phone was and popped a piece in my mouth as I stood, smirking down at the boy who was an absolute mess.
"Still think I shouldn't flatter myself?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Okay," he nodded, completely out of breath. "You're pretty damn good with your mouth, Sam, I'll give you that."
"I'm even better in bed." I winked before turning and leaving the closet so Michael could get himself collected.
-
When I told Michael I'd make up for the little favor I asked him, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I was completely okay with having sex with Michael, but I didn't think he'd tell people that we actually fucked in a closet before we even had sex in the first place; I didn't think he'd say anything at all unless it was to Calum since they were up eachothers' assholes. It was a couple hours after I'd gotten back into the room with Dakota that I'd heard about it. We were released into the lunch room to get food and I walked passed multiple tables where people were whispering about how Michael simply asked me if I'd have sex with him and I leaped at him and dragged him into the nearest closet. I wad fuming. I knew people already thought I was a whore, but I didn't like people talking about me when it wasn't true. If I actually did fuck Michael in a closet, well, it was my own fault for bringing the speculation upon myself. But because someone had run their mouth and told a lie, I was furious.
"Do you fucking hear them?" I asked Dakota as we waited in line for some wraps.
"Talking about you and Mike? Yeah." she nodded.
"But it's not even true." I told her.
She shrugged. "Blew him, banged him; what's the difference?"
I ran a hand through my hair. "The difference is I did one and not the other. Wouldn't you be angry too?"
Dakota gave me a blank stare. "I don't blow guys."
I dropped it after that, figuring Dakota wouldn't give two shits. I was dumb for thinking she'd care in the first place. I hoped that the other room of detention-goers was out so I would at least have Ashton to talk to. Out of everyone I'd had a conversation with since I got here - and that was basically only everyone from detention - Calum and Ashton seemed the most decent. Lottie was cool too, but she was too happy all the time and it kind of got on my nerves.
I ordered my chicken wrap, grabbed a carton of milk and some fries, and paid for my food. I went to the condiments table to get ketchup and salt when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Hey," they said with a smile in their voice. I turned to see Ashton, drumsticks in the back pocket of his black skinny jeans. "I wanted to thank you for getting detention to keep me company."
I shrugged. "It was no big deal." At least, I didn't think it was until everyone was talking about me fucking Michael in a closet.
"It kind of is," he let out a nervous laugh. "You hardly know me and you're getting Saturday detention for me. Why?"
I hummed as we began our slow walk back to the office. "Because you're a quiet kid who seems like the kind of person who minds his own business and makes his parents happy and proud and stays out of trouble. And on top of that, you've been the nicest to me since I've gotten here. You didn't join in when the others were judging me yesterday and you said you'd stick up for me if you had to. I figured a nice kid like you shouldn't be stuck with Vulkner for five hours."
Ashton smiled, showing his dimples and all. "Well, thanks, Sam."
As we walked passed one of the last tables on our way out of the cafeteria, I heard someone whisper harshly, "Suck my dick, whore."
I stopped walking, eyes wide. Ashton noticed and turned to look at me with his eyes furrowed. "You okay?"
I blinked, trying to compose myself. "Yeah, I just...thought I forgot something."
Ashton nodded, looking slightly worried, but continued walking with me anyway. It took everything I had not to turn around and bitch that guy out, but I didn't need Ashton thinking I was a psycho bitch. Now that I was beginning to gain a friend, I actually wanted to keep him. So if that meant biting my tongue at people who called me a skank and a slut and whatever else they could come up with, I'd try my best to do it. There was no way I could stop sleeping around because how else would I get the feeling I was looking for - wow that sounded bad, didn't it? Whatever, I wouldn't stop my old habits, but I could still try to keep my mouth closed even though I couldn't do the same with my legs.