Calum
I stood at my locker, sorting through my books and homework. I sighed as Calum Hood walked up to me.
"Hey, baby girl." He smirked, looking me up and down.
"No." I fake-smiled.
"You don't even know what I'm going to ask yet." He chuckled. I sighed as I turned to face him.
"I do, because you've come up to me every morning for the past month and asked me to go on a date with you. And I'm saying no, for the twentieth time." I spoke.
"You're harsh, babe." He grinned.
"Only for you." I fake-smiled.
"Don't I know it." He smirked, making me roll my eyes.
"You know, there are rumours going around uni, that you're not as innocent as you're made out to be." He spoke. My breath hitched.
"And that reaction shows me that the rumours are true." He chuckled as he leant down and placed his lips next to my ear.
"What if I could promise you that I can make you feel better than you've ever felt before? What if I could promise that I could do things to you that make you feel amazing?" he whispered, fanning his cool breath onto my neck.
"What would you say then?" he mumbled. I sighed.
"You get one date. That's it." I gave in.
"Don't worry, baby. By the end of it, I'll leave you wanting more." He smirked before placing a kiss on my cheek and walking away.
Luke
I walked into the house where the party was being thrown. I was hoping that I wouldn't bump into the host, Luke Hemmings, because he was a player and had been trying to get into my pants for months. I headed to the kitchen and poured a shot of vodka before downing it and doing one more. I headed into the living room, which was where everyone was dancing. I started to swing my hips to the beat of the music and soon enough, I felt someone grip my hips. I looked over my shoulder, checking that it wasn't Luke. I smiled as I saw that it was Michael, and went back to dancing, grinding my ass into his crotch. Suddenly, my arm was grabbed and I was led out into the empty hallway before being shoved against the wall. I rolled my eyes as I saw who it was.
"What the fuck, Luke?" I hissed at him.
"What are you doing here, princess?" he smirked.
"I was invited, so I came, and I was happily dancing with Michael, until you showed up." I spat. He chuckled.
"Yeah, well, if I can't have you, my friends can't either." He grinned, making me roll my eyes.
"Why are you so against going out with me?" he asked.
"Why do you think?! You're such a fucking player, you've gotten laid by, like, thirty different girls in the past two weeks, and you probably shoved a girl off of your lap before pulling me away from Michael." I spat.
"Just give me one dance, come on, not even a date. Then, if you like it, we can do it again." He suggested.
"One dance?" I asked. He nodded.
"Fine." I sighed. He smiled before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the doorway.
"Wait, the dance floor is over there." I spoke.
"How about we go to the one at the campus club?" he smirked.
"Okay." I sighed, chuckling. He returned it and smiled as he pulled me out of the frat house.
Michael
I sat in the café, scrolling through my phone as Michael Clifford and his friends walked in, all with girls on their arms. They were laughing and then Michael saw me. His lips curled into a smirk, the other boys mimicking him as they exchanged glances. The girls went with the other guys as Michael strolled over to me.
"Hey, babe." He smirked as he sat down at my table.
"What do you want?" I sighed.
"I want a date with you." He smiled. I scoffed at him.
"You and your little posse literally just walked in with two girls each on your arms and you're asking me on a date." I stated.
"That's right." He nodded.
"Do you seriously not see what's wrong with that?" I hissed.
"Look, I know that I'm a player, but those girls are just for street credit." He shrugged.
"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I scoffed.
"Just, please. Give me one chance. If you don't like me, fine, but if you do, we can go on another date." He spoke.
"What will those girls have to say?" I teased.
"They don't give a shit." He chuckled.
"Fine." I sighed.
"Thanks, baby girl." He smiled before kissing my cheek and walking back to the guys.
Ashton
I sat in the tutor room, next to Ashton.
"Have you worked out the answer to number three yet?" I asked.
"Nope." He spoke.
"Why not?" I groaned.
"Because I didn't want to." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at him.
"I've got a better idea." He smirked as he moved a strand of my hair out of the way and placed a kiss on my jawline.
"Ashton, stop, we're here to study, not for you to get into my pants." I spoke, moving away.
"I'm not sure why you think that." He sighed as he sat back.
"Because you've fucked more girls than you have fingers and toes, and I don't want to become number twenty-nine-thousand." I mocked.
"Jesus, this is embarrassing." He muttered.
"What is?" I asked slowly. He sighed.
"I actually really like you. Those other girls are just for me to get off with, but you...I like you." He admitted. My eyes widened at his confession.
"One date. That's all you get." I sighed.
"Thanks, princess." He smirked before kissing my cheek again.