Calum

I walked into class, pushing my glasses further up my nose as I put my books down on my desk. I sat down and smoothed my skirt out against my legs before taking a pen out. The teacher walked in and looked around.

"Morning, class. Now, today, we'll be covering-." The door opened and Calum Hood walked in.

"You're late, Mr Hood." The teacher sighed.

"I know, my new tattoo took a little longer to finish than I thought." He chuckled as he walked in. His lips curled into a smirk as he passed me and winked, making me roll my eyes.

I stood at my locker, sifting through my books and checking what I needed for my afternoon classes.

"Hey, babe." I rolled my eyes as Calum leant against the locker next to mine.

"What do you want?" I sighed as I looked at him.

"Well, as you know, I got a new tattoo. I got a big one on my back, it seemed to be the easiest way to cover up all of the scratches that have been left on there." He smirked, biting his lip and moving closer.

"And I thought that you'd like to see it for yourself, and maybe leave a few more scratches of your own on there whilst you're at it." He whispered, biting my earlobe slightly.

"And why would I want to do that?" I taunted, pulling back so that our lips were nearly touching. He smirked as he looked down at mine.

"Well, the chemistry that we have is undeniable. Also, that skirt is pretty tight, maybe it'd be nice for you to get out of it." He shrugged slightly, slowly working his fingertips up my leg and under my skirt. I smirked.

"Meet me after school, usual time, usual place." I whispered.

"See you there." He grinned. I smirked before walking away, feeling Calum's eyes glued to my ass.

Luke

I sat at my desk, writing notes out. Suddenly, the door opened and mum walked in.

"Look at my little princess, doing all of her work." She smiled.

"You know me, I have to keep my grades up." I returned.

"Of course. You hungry? Dinner was an hour ago, but you didn't want to be disturbed, so we put your leftovers in the fridge." She spoke.

"I'll come down in a bit." I smiled.

"Okay, honey. Keep working, that class presidency won't keep itself." She smiled before shutting the door. I smirked as I pulled my ponytail out and stood up.

"No, it won't, and neither will I." I mumbled to myself as I walked to my window and opened it.

"Luke?" I called out.

"I'm here." I looked down and smiled as I saw him smoking a cigarette.

"I'm coming down." I spoke before putting a leg over the windowsill and climbing out. I climbed down the wall and jumped to the ground.

"How is my class president girlfriend doing?" he smirked as he immediately attached his lips to my neck.

"I'm good. My parents still suspect nothing." I breathed, closing my eyes at the feeling of Luke biting my skin.

"Of course they don't, because good girls never get caught." He smirked as he pinned me to the wall.

"Luke, I'm not having sex against the wall of my house, especially when my parents are on the other side." I chuckled.

"Them being on the other side of the wall has never stopped you before." He hummed against my skin.

"Luke." I laughed.

"Okay, let's go to my place then." He smirked, grabbing my hand and leading me to his car.

Michael

I stood behind the counter at the tattoo parlour, sketching new designs onto paper. The bell went off as someone came in. I looked up and my eyes widened slightly as I looked at the pale, blue-haired man who had just walked in.

"Hot topic is down the road." I chuckled as I looked back at the paper.

"I'm here for a tattoo actually." He said. I looked back at him.

"Really?" I scoffed.

"Yeah." He shrugged. I nodded as I stood up and went around to him.

"Sorry, it's just that you seem like the type of guy who'd be afraid of needles." I chuckled, looking him up and down.

"Nah, I'm not." He shook his head, pulling his sleeves up to reveal two arms full of tattoos.

"Wow. Okay, through here." I nodded, leading him into a room.

"Where do you want it?" I asked as I put on gloves.

"On my collarbone." He replied.

"Shirt off then." I nodded, getting the needle out. He pulled his shirt off and lay down on the lounger.

"What's your name?" I asked as I sat next to him.

"Michael, you?" he asked.

"Y/N." I smiled.

"How did someone like you end up working here?" he chuckled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I scoffed.

"Well, you look like one of those A-grade girls who is on every committee, and who avoids tattoos at all costs." He laughed.

"I am one of those girls, but I'm good at drawing, this place was hiring, I needed a job, so I took it." I smiled.

"Here we go." I spoke, putting the needle to his skin.

"Ah." He hissed, immediately grasping my hand. I chuckled.

"Sorry, the pain still gets me." He smiled slightly.

"It's okay." I smiled, holding his hand as I started to tattoo his collarbone.

Ashton

"Detention?! Are you kidding?" I scoffed.

"Y/N, you didn't complete the correct homework, incomplete homework leads to detention." The teacher sighed.

"I completed a homework, miss, it's not my fault that you didn't clarify which one to do." I mumbled.

"Okay, I'm going to let you get away with that remark, because I know you're upset. The point still stands that, whilst you did a homework, it wasn't the right one. I'm sorry." She shrugged. I sighed and picked my bag up.

"Which room is it in?" I grumbled.

"E6. Don't worry, Y/N, it's only half an hour." She reassured.

"Yeah, half an hour with the assholes and the drug addicts of this school." I huffed before leaving the room. I gulped as I got to E6. I slowly opened the door and slipped in.

"Debate club is next door, sweetheart." Ashton Irwin smirked as he leant against the desk and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm here for detention." I gulped. His eyes widened.

"You? Detention? I haven't seen pigs fly, so how is that possible?" he laughed. I rolled my eyes as I put my bag on a desk.

"Yeah, you don't want to sit there." He spoke.

"Why not?" I scoffed.

"Because the group at the back smoke weed and that drifts up here, so unless you want to get high, avoid that area." He shrugged. I sighed before putting my bag on another table.

"That's not good either." He chuckled.

"Why the fuck not?" I spat.

"Because the assholes at the back like to send spit balls and that area is prime for getting hit." He grinned.

"Where am I meant to sit then?" I groaned.

"Share my desk." He shrugged.

"What?" I scoffed.

"I'll take the seat, you take the desk." He smiled. I sighed as I put my bag on the floor and sat on the desk.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll take good care of you." Ashton smiled as he sat down. I gave him a small smile in return.