Calum

I popped my bubblegum, twirling my purple hair around my finger as I walked through the school corridors, smirking slightly to myself as people moved quickly for me. Suddenly, I heard a crash. I turned my head to look at the sound, seeing Calum Hood being pushed against the locker, Charlie Lockhart pinning him against the doors with his fists around Calum's shirt as Charlie's minions tipped everything out of Calum's bag.

"What do you want, Charlie?" Calum muttered.

"You owe me that paper." He spat.

"I told you, I have too much on, I can't write your paper." He spoke. Charlie smashed Calum's back into the locker, making him groan slightly. I sighed as I walked over to them.

"Hey." I yelled as I approached them. They all looked at me, their eyes widening.

"Shit." Charlie muttered.

"Get off of him." I snapped as I pried his hands off of Calum's shirt and pushing him back so that I could stand between them.

"Why are you defending him?" Charlie sneered.

"Because he's not done anything wrong, it's not his fault that you're too thick to add two and two." I hissed. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Walk away, Charlie." I demanded.

"Come on, Y/N, let me have my fun." He whined.

"You of all people know what I can do, walk away." I threatened. He scoffed before storming off. I sighed as I leant down, gathering up Calum's books and papers and putting them back into his bag before standing up and handing it to him.

"You okay?" I asked as he took the bag.

"Yeah, thanks." He muttered.

"Any time. He won't be bothering you again." I smiled, making him return it.

"Do you want to come over to mine after school?" I asked. His eyes widened.

"What, like a date?" he stuttered.

"Just as friends for now." I chuckled. He returned it.

"Yeah, I would love that." He smiled.

It had been a few months since the incident, and somehow, Calum and I had become best friends, almost inseparable. But I would often find myself looking at him and wondering if I wanted more than friendship. It was one of our movie nights and I was laying on Calum's bare chest, tracing his tattoos.

"Y/N." he spoke.

"Hmm?" I replied.

"Call I tell you something?" he asked.

"Sure." I responded as I felt his heart slowly speed up.

"I'm just going to say it. I like you. A lot. Like, more than best friends, I think that I'm actually in love with you." He admitted. I sat up, looking at him with wide eyes.

"It's fine if you don't feel the same way, but-." I cut him off by smashing our lips together. He quickly returned it and moved his body so that he was hovering over me as I lay on the bed. He broke the kiss.

"I didn't think that you felt the same." He whispered.

"Surprise." I chuckled. He laughed before kissing me again.

Luke

I walked into the cafeteria, looking at all the different groups. The math nerds, the jocks, the outcasts, then the cheerleaders, picking on Luke Hemmings. I listened carefully to the conversation.

"I bet you're still a virgin." One of them laughed.

"Why would you care?" he muttered.

"We don't. But if we know, it's another thing to tell the jocks." Another cheerleader giggled.

"Leave me alone." He mumbled.

"You don't get to say that, we decide when you're done, and you're not yet." The first one decided. I looked at him. He looked so tired and defenceless, I actually felt bad for him. I'm going to regret this, I thought as I wandered over to the table and sat down.

"Hey, babe, last night was amazing." I smirked, placing a kiss on Luke's cheek. He looked at me in confusion, making me move my lips to his ear.

"If you want to get rid of them, you have to play along." I whispered.

"Hey, baby." He smiled, making me return it.

"Since when were you two dating?" I turned my head to see the cheerleaders staring at us.

"Why do you care?" I scoffed.

"I bet they've still only had sex, like, once." One of them muttered.

"That's still more than you're ever going to get." I shrugged, making Luke smirk.

"Do you know who we are?" the first one sneered.

"Do you know who I am?" I retaliated.

"Becky, don't, she's the reason that Stan has a broken arm." One of her friends muttered. The first cheerleader stared at me, trying to intimidate me.

"Listen to your minion, Becky."  I nodded. She scoffed at me.

"Whatever." She muttered, walking away. I sat back down next to Luke.

"Thanks." He smiled.

"Any time." I returned. He continued to look at me.

"This may seem a bit forward, but I need help with my revision for the math test, and I hear that you're, like, super good at maths, so you want to come around to mine after school and help me?" I asked.

"Sure." He smiled.

I unlocked my front door and let us both in. Luke looked around.

"Wow. This is not what I expected." He stated.

"Yeah, my parents are very proud people, the band posters have to be confined to my room." I chuckled. He looked at me.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

"What?" I returned.

"Why did you defend me against those girls? You're probably going to get shit for that tomorrow." Luke sighed.

"People know my reputation, I don't get shit for anything." I smirked. He looked down, making my smile dip as I sighed.

"Because I know what it's like to be on the receiving end of the cheerleaders, there's a reason why I'm a bad girl. What they were doing wasn't right." I shrugged, making him smile at me. Before I knew what I was doing, I went up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him. He froze for a moment before hugging me back.

"Don't worry, Luke, you have me now." I smiled.

"Thanks." He returned.

"And if you tell anyone that I hugged you, Stan won't be the only one with a broken arm." I chuckled, making him laugh.

Michael

I walked into class to see everyone gathered around one table, chanting "fight, fight, fight!" I pushed through the crowd of people to see the class bully, Simon Fletcher, beating the shit out of the new kid who had bright red hair. I sighed as I stepped forward and grabbed Simon's collar, pulling him away from the boy and into another table.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"He was sat in your seat." He spoke. I looked at the new kid, his eyes filled with fear as I realised that Simon was right. I turned back to him.

"Since when was it your job to fight for me?" I spat.

"I thought I'd save you the trouble, a bit of gratitude would be nice." He muttered.

"You know that I like the trouble." I hissed before looking at everyone else.

"Anyone else planning on touching the new kid?" I yelled. Not a sound.

"Good. Then fuck off." I spoke. Everyone went back to their stuff as I turned to the kid.

"What's your name?" I asked softly.

"Michael." He muttered.

"Okay, Michael, nice to meet you. Nobody is going to be bugging you." I smiled.

"Thanks." He smiled slightly. The bell rang and I walked out of class.

"Hey, wait!" I turned around to see Michael chasing after me.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Y/N." I replied.

"Well, Y/N, do you want to hang out after school?" he asked timidly.

"Sure." I smiled, making him return it.

"Thanks for defending me." Michael spoke as we sat on his sofa.

"Don't mention it, Simon is an ass." I sighed.

"Why was everyone so scared of you?" he asked.

"I have a reputation as a bad girl. I once beat up four guys in ten minutes." I stated. His eyes widened.

"You're not going to beat me up, are you?" he gulped.

"No! We're friends!" I laughed.

"You're my friend?" he asked quietly. I looked at him.

"I mean, yeah, if you want to be." I shrugged.

"I would love to be." He smiled, making me return it.

Ashton

I ran into school, thankful to be out of the rain that had ruined my hair and was making my band tee stick to my skin. I opened my locker and threw my stuff inside. Suddenly, I heard a commotion.

"No, guys, please!" I turned my head to see Ashton Irwin and all of his stuff being pushed out of a side door by Artis Smith and his minions before Artis locked the door and took the key. I walked over to them.

"What's up, dickhead?" I spoke. He looked at me.

"What do you want?" he scoffed.

"Give me the key." I demanded.

"How about no?" he laughed.

"Artis." I warned.

"Y/N." he mocked. I grabbed his collar and shoved him against the wall, making his eyes widen.

"Give me the fucking key, or I'll break both of your legs and shove you out there." I spat. He shakily held up the key. I grabbed it and dropped him before rushing to the door. I opened it and pulled Ashton inside, grabbing his stuff too.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, thanks, but all of my notes are ruined." He sighed, digging out the soaking wet books and papers.

"I've got all of that shit, and my brother is about your size, come back to mine and I'll get you some dry clothes, and you can copy my notes." I spoke.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded before grabbing his hand.

"Here." I sighed, handing Ashton a dry shirt.

"Thanks." He smiled.

"You want me to turn around?" I asked.

"You're alright." He shrugged, pulling off his wet shirt. I let my eyes trail down his torso. I had to admit, for a nerd, he was ripped and he looked damn good.

"Like what you see?" he smirked.

"You wish." I chuckled.

"Here's my notes." I spoke as I placed them on the table.

"Thanks, you're really sweet." He admitted, kissing my cheek.

"Shut up." I chuckled, making him laugh.

"Do you want to hang out more often? I mean, you're really cool." He smiled.

"I would love to." I returned.