Calum
I wandered through the school corridor with my best friend.
"So, what are you doing this weekend?" she asked.
"Studying." I nodded.
"God, you're so boring." She chuckled.
"You know, with the way you act, people might actually think we've not got finals next week." I joked as I spotted Calum Hood with his camera.
"Dude, stop drooling." She giggled.
"What?" I asked.
"You clearly have the hots for him, which isn't really a good idea, considering that he's a nerd." She shrugged. I stopped and looked at her.
"What's wrong with nerds?" I asked.
"I don't know, they're just...ew." She shrugged, making me scoff.
"Well, since you think he's "ew", you can go to the quad whilst I talk to him." I fake-smiled before walking towards him.
"Hey." I smiled.
"Oh, hey, I was just about to come and find you." He returned my smile.
"Why?" I asked.
"I've got this project due, and I was wondering if you wanted to model for it." He spoke. My eyes widened.
"Why me? I'm hardly camera material." I chuckled.
"Are you kidding? You're stunning." He admitted before realising what he had said and looking down.
"You think I'm stunning, huh." I smiled.
"Of course." He spoke.
"Sure. I'll be your model." I smirked.
"Awesome, I'll see you in tech room three at lunch." He smiled.
"Cool." I chuckled. Suddenly, he leant in and pressed a kiss against my cheek.
"See you." I smiled before walking away.
Luke
I walked into the class and looked around. I looked at Michael Clifford's group of friends. Him, Calum and Ashton were laughing about something. And then, there was Luke, head down, scribbling god knows what. I walked up to him.
"What are you doing?" I asked. He looked up and his eyes widened.
"Um, just drawings, you know." He spoke, laughing sheepishly.
"Can I see them?" I asked. He looked down at the paper before looking back at me.
"Um, they're kind of personal, and for my eyes only. Also, they're shit." He chuckled.
"Well, I'm sure they're not, but I respect your choice." I smiled.
"Thanks." He returned it. I smiled again before sitting down. Soon enough, the bell rang and Luke shot up, grabbing his stuff and heading for the door. Suddenly, he tripped and all of his papers scattered across the floor. I stood up immediately, joining him in leaning down and gathering up the papers. I looked at them, recognising the girls drawn on the paper. I looked at Luke to see that he was staring at me softly.
"These are of me." I said quietly. He sighed, nodding.
"Yup." He spoke.
"Why?" I asked.
"I draw what I find beautiful." He shrugged as he stood up.
"Wow. I'm flattered, Luke, thank you." I smiled at him. He returned it.
"You know, I've been trying to pluck up the courage for a while to ask you out, but I guess that you know now anyway, so will you go out with me?" he asked.
"I would love to." I smiled.
Michael
I stood in the headmaster's office, waiting to be seen.
"You're the new student?" I turned around to see a boy with bright red hair standing there.
"Yeah." I spoke, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked.
"I'm Y/N." I responded.
"Nice. I'm Michael, I'm your student guide." He smiled.
"As is suggested in the name, my job is to guide you around the school, show you the ropes, and you'll be in my classes for the first few weeks." He spoke as we walked through the halls.
"So, are there, like, different social groups here?" I asked.
"Yeah. I'm in the music nerd group." He nodded.
"Oh, nice, my kind of people." I chuckled.
"You can sit with us at lunch if you like." He smiled.
"Sure." I nodded.
"Hey, fresh meat." We turned around to see a couple of guys staring at us.
"Those are the ignorant assholes, also known as the jocks." Michael fake-smiled at them.
"Better to hang out with ignorant assholes than talentless fucks." One chuckled.
"So, what do you say, baby? Want us to show you who's the best to hang out with?" the other smirked, looking me up and down.
"I can see who's the best for myself, thanks." I spoke, making Michael smirk.
"Let's go." He chuckled as we walked away.
Ashton
"You can't be serious." I scoffed as I sat in front of my maths teacher.
"Y/N, I'm doing this for your benefit." He sighed.
"No, you're not. I'm doing fine, I don't need any help." I spat.
"Well, tough, I'm afraid that you don't get a say in this matter." He shrugged. Suddenly, the door opened and Ashton Irwin walked in.
"Ah. Here he is." The teacher smiled. My eyes widened.
"You picked Ashton Irwin?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" I hissed.
"Hey, language." The teacher spoke.
"Whatever." I scoffed before storming out.
"Hey." I stopped and turned around to see Ashton walking towards me.
"What?" I spat.
"I know that you don't like it, but tough, I can really help you." He spoke.
"Jesus, you sound like the teacher." I mumbled as I rolled my eyes.
"Look, there's a reason why I'm your tutor." He muttered.
"Oh really?! What the fuck is the reason for that?!" I hissed.
"Because I asked to be." He spat. I looked at him.
"Why would you ask to tutor a dumb bitch like me?" I asked.
"Because you're not fucking stupid, Y/N. You're so smart and pretty and everything, and I really like you, and I thought that this was a way to get closer to you." He blurted out before realising what he had said.
"You like me?" I asked.
"I mean, yeah." He shrugged, making me sigh.
"Fine. You can tutor me." I spoke.
"Thank you." He smiled before pressing a kiss to my cheek.