No this is not a sexual innuendo sorry to disappoint lmao.

Luke~ (his pov)
Here I am the boy with the straight a's and the nerdy reputation and then there she is with the leather jacket and the colored hair.
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the bad girl of the school, she's got a nasty reputation and an attitude to match, she doesn't even know I exist but damn I fell hard. Head over heels for the bad girl.

Once I stopped staring at (Y/N) I made my way to class and someone knocked the books out of my hands and they fell to the floor with a bang. I looked up and saw the culprit was the biggest douche bag in school aka (Y/N)'s boyfriend. "Stop checking out my girl Hemmings." He warns. "Or I'll make you fucking regret it." he spits then walks off.

I head to class and as usual turned in my homework and raised my hand a lot. Now that Math is over I head into the cafeteria and make my way to my usual seat, as
(Y/N) walks by I try not to stare I really do, but damn is it hard she looks really fucking hot today. Her boyfriend apparently caught my stare because when I look over towards him I see him shooting daggers my way. I ignored him and went back to eating my lunch alone.

After lunch I head to my next class which happens to be in the back of the school, but before I can reach the door I am confronted by
(Y/BF/N) and a bunch of his buddies. "I told you to stop checking out my girl Hemmings." he says then out of nowhere his fist collides with my face. I try to fight back but these guys are on the football team and are like 300 pounds of pure muscle while I am scrawny as fuck.

All of a sudden I hear yelling down the hall. "What the fuck are you doing
(Y/BF/N)?! Stop fucking stop you're hurting him quit!" She yells.

"Babe he was checking you out I just wanted him to know your mine." He explains as they stop hitting me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU DONT JUST DO THAT
(Y/BF/N)?!"

"Babe-"

"Stop," (Y/N) interrupts. "I am not your babe anymore I cannot be with someone that would do something like this we are fucking through."

(Y/BF/N) glares at me. "I'm gonna get you for this Hemmings."

"Oh no you won't or you'll have hell to pay, you leave him the fuck alone do you hear me I won't put up with your shit and neither will your mum, so if you don't leave him and me for that matter the fuck alone you're going to be grounded for a fucking long time." she spits. "And I won't hesitate to punch you." Him and his friends just huff loudly and walk away. "Are you ok?" (Y/N) asks softly kneeling down next to me.

"I-I'm fine t-thanks." I stutter.

"I'm (Y/N) you're Luke right?" She introduces.

"Y-ye-yeah."

"Well Luke I'm going to take you home and bandage you up yeah?" She offers. I nod letting her lead the way to her car.

Calum~
Calum Hood aka the most popular boy in school. He's the star football player, (soccer for us Americans) he's sweet and caring, and damn he is hot. Everyone likes Calum Hood.

You on the other hand are the exact opposite. You are the punk, you know the girl with the crazy cool hair and awesome music taste yeah that's you, the problem is people are more afraid of you than anything and probably for good reason because you could pretty much kick anyone in this schools ass. You are the type of person that doesn't liked to be pushed around and will fucking tell someone if they are stepping over a boundary, even Calum Hood.

Calum Hood May be a sweet guy but his friends are not, so when you saw the jocks picking on the mentally challenged kid in your class you were not about to let it slide. "Hey assholes why don't you find something better to do than pick on someone to make yourself feel better?" You snapped.

"Why don't you make us c*nt? Oh yeah that's right you aren't cool enough for that." You could handle being called every name in the book except that one. That's when you jumped at him kicking screaming and clawing.

"You're a fucking bastard you know that? You go fucking pick on a mentally challenged kid and you still think your better than me and the you fucking call me a c*nt what the fuck is fucking wrong with you?!" You screamed at him.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) would you fucking stop?!" An unfamiliar voice joins the argument finally just pulling you away from the ass and throwing you over his shoulder.

"Put me down you fucking douche canoe!" You ordered ponding your little fists on the boys back. He laughed he fucking laughed. "What the hell are you laughing about?"

"Is douche canoe even a word?" He chuckled.

"Seriously Calum? That's what you're worried about? Just fucking put me down." you sighed. He obliged putting you down finally. "Why did you do that? He asked.

"What smack that douche bag? He was picking on
(MC/C/N) and he called me a c*nt so I hit him." you shrugged like it was no big deal.

"You can't just go around punching your problems
(Y/N)." he laughed.

"And you can't tell me what to do you're not my dad." you said back.

"Um I could say something very dirty right now, but I think I will avoid that because you would probably kick my ass." he laughed.

"Wha- CALUM that's disgusting!" You shrieked. "Fuck you." you laughed flipping him off.

"Shouldn't I take you to dinner first?" He winked.

"You can take me to diner but I'm not fucking you." You said and he pouted. "Well then."

Ashton~
Everyday he walked by the back alley just to get a glimpse of you smoking your cigarette. Everyday he was late to math because he walked through the shop just so he could see you learning how to fix the piece of junk Chevy pick up truck the school provided for auto mechanics. He sat right behind you in study hall everyday, but everyday he chickened out on talking to you.

He had seen the way you handled yourself when you were around guys. You always shot them down because you didn't want the heartbreak, but neither did Ashton. So he refused to even talk to you.

That was until one day, you two were paired up for a project. You didn't even know he was in your class, he always sat in the back and never said a word, so when you got paired up with him you were a little bit surprised.

You had groaned out loud because you thought he was going to be just like every other guy in your school and you did not want to have to be partners with a douche bag the entire quarter. But, to your astonishment, he was actually very sweet and you took a very fond liking to the shy boy with the nice eyes.

It was an incredibly cliche story, the two lab partners that fell in love, but it was your cliche love story and that was what made it special.

Michael~
Michael was actually the person that introduced you to the bad side, he was your best friend all through highschool and he showed you where the party was.

It first started when he convinced you to put some streaks in your hair and you fell in love with the way it looked. After awhile streaks got boring so you dyed your whole hair. Your colored hair gave you a vote of confidence and you started to become a little more daring. Your attitude became more outspoken and your clothes got darker. You fit in with the punks more than you ever had before.

After watching all your friends get tattoos and piercings you finally decided you wanted one too, so you convinced Michael to take you to the tattoo parlor.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You really don't have to." Michael said. Michael was totally against the idea of you getting a tattoo, you weren't sure why, but you planned to do it anyway.

"Yes, Michael I'm sure." You laughed. "Why are you so against this?"

"I don't know, it's just weird." He shrugged.

"What's weird? That I'm getting a tattoo?"

"Well yeah, I mean you used to be like a good girl and now you're getting a tattoo. I feel kinda guilty."

You laughed. "Mike, I've never been a good girl, you just never knew I was bad."

"No, you weren't."

"Oh, really? Before I came to your school I got expelled for kicking the shit out of some bitch at my school."

Michael's jaw drooped almost to the floor and he shook his head. "Nuh-uh."

"Yeah-huh. Michael why else would I live on the other side of town right next to a school and still attend yours?" You argued.

"Wha- SO MY GIRLFRIEND HAS BEEN A BAD ASS THIS WHOLE TIME AND I NEVER KNEW WHAT THE FUCK?!" He screamed and you laughed.

"Take a chill pill Mike, it's not that big of a deal."

"Yes it is! Yo-"

He was about to continue until your tattoo artist walked in and you pushed your hand onto his face so he'd shut up.

"Are you ready?" The woman asked. You nodded your head. "Where are you getting this done honey?"

"Right here on my rib." You answered lifting your shirt just up to where your bra began.

The woman nodded and instructed you to lay down to which you obliged. She started on your tattoo and it hurt like hell, but after three hours you got to see the finished product and it was totally worth it.

"It looks beautiful." Michael said from behind you as you admired the tattoo in the mirror.

"Thanks." You said.

He walked closer to you and snaked his arms around your waist. He placed a kiss on your neck and whispered in your ear. "I love it and I love you. What a coincidence."

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Sorry this took so long and I'm sorry Ashton's was bad.

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