Jordan's point of view

When we walked into class people stared at me strangely and I just smiled. I had my black jeans on and a Blink-182 shirt that was actually a lot bigger than I was. My hair was just put into a messy bun on top of my head since I didn't have the time to fix it and this flannel shirt was also extremely larger than I was.

This is what I get for being so tiny and my friends being so muscular for their age.

I sat down and soon, class started, after the attendance and homework check. I pulled my journal out and leaned my head on to Christian's shoulder as I doodled in my book.

"Let me see," he said quietly and I handed him my journal. "No looking, I'm making a masterpiece." He said and I chuckled while nodding.

"Miss Irwin, please get your head off mister Gonzalez and pay attention." The teacher said and I sighed. I did as he said and then watched as he spoke about multiplying binomials and polynomials.

I pulled out another pen and then lifted the flannel sleeve up. I started drawing on my arm, looking up to make sure the teacher didn't catch me. I'd hate to wash this all of and have to explain why I was sent to the principal's office on my second day here.

"Are you almost finished?" I asked Christian and he nodded. I continued drawing on my arm and the I was called to answer the problem on the board. "Dammit," I swore quietly and stood up after yanking my sleeve down.

I went up to the board and did as I remembered what he told us to do. The answer I get seemed ubsurd, but when the teacher nodded, I assumed I had gotten the correct answer. I took a seat back down and then my notebook was on my desk.

"Let me see your arm." I nodded and stretched my arm out as he drew on it. He drew so delicately, I couldn't even tell if he was drawing on me or not.

I flipped through my notebook and soon saw the page he had drawn on. I laughed quietly and then noticed he had signed it. It was a skeleton hand pointing a middle finger. Of course he would.

"You better not be drawing that on my arm." I told him and he shook his head. He pushed his glasses up and I looked at the teacher, who was sitting at his desk. I looked around and saw people were working on some textbook pages. I'll just do this for homework because I don't want to do it right now.

I pulled my phone out since the teacher was so far away and then texted Timothy a photo of Christian drawing on me. I set my phone down on my lap and subtly looked over to Timothy. He pulled his phone out and I rolled my eyes. He probably has it on vibrate or something. That idiot.

"Finished." Christian said and I looked at it. It was a dream catcher with four feathers hanging down and in the middle, it had the Sempiternal album symbol. "May your dreams be sempiternal." He said and I smiled.

"It's beautiful." I said and then grabbed his hand. "Moon, star, sun, or cloud?" I asked him and he replied with cloud. I drew a cloud on the side of his hand and then looked up to see if the teacher was looking. "Young, reckless, brave, or wild?" I asked again and he answered with brave.

I nodded and let go of his hand. I did the same to my hand, except I put a moon and the word 'reckless'. "I'll ask the other idiots at passing period." I told him and he nodded. "Until then, I'm going to go on Twitter."

"Tweet me something, anything." I nodded and then clicked his twitter. 'I hope you step on a lego' I tweeted him and he laughed quietly.

"You said anything."

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During art class, we got to sit with whoever we wanted to and so I stayed with the three boys. Timothy had chosen the sun drawing with the word 'young' and Taylor was stuck with a star and the word 'wild'.

"We need to take a picture of this and post it." I told them and they all agreed. "We can do it after school so we don't get our phones taken away." I said as Taylor grabbed my arm and my pen.

"I'm going to draw on you okay? If Christian can, I can." He said and I laughed, telling him to do it. "Tell me when the teacher is coming."

"Of course." I said and I spun my pencil in my fingers. "Timmy, I'm gonna keep these shirts okay? They're so comfortable and smell good." I told him since this was our last period.

"No, I need them." He whined and I gave him the puppy dog face. "Fine." He huffed and I smiled. "Take care of them, okay? Wash them in warm water, not cold and not hot." He told me and I laughed.

"What next? Air dry only?" Christian joked and I agreed. "You love your clothes so much Timothy, you're like a girl." He said and Timothy rolled his eyes.

"You own more shoes than a female popstar Christian, you shouldn't be talking. You have millions of Vans, Converse, Jordans, and combat boots." Taylor said.

"You have millions of me? Creepy." I said and Taylor handed me my pen back. I looked at my arm and noticed all he had done was write a few lines of lyrics to a Miley Cyrus song.

'... I'm like a puzzle but all of my pieces are jagged, if you can understand this, we can make some magic, I'm wrong like that ...'

"The song's been stuck in my head." He said with a shrug and our whole table laughed. "You wanna draw on her too Timmy boy? She's like our own personal art canvas today." He said and Timothy took my hand without our little group drawings.

"Be careful around the knuckles," I told him and he nodded. "Where is the teacher? She hasn't came over in ages." I told them and looked around. She was on the other side if the room helping some kid so I guess we were okay to do whatever we want.

"Will your parents get mad at all of this ink on you?" Timothy asked as he began drawing on my hand. "You're probably already in trouble, I don't want you to get dug deeper in it."

"Michael, Calum, and Luke probably won't mind it, they'll talk about yesterday. However, Ashton, he'd probably flip, but it's fine. I don't care. He's against everything I do anyways." I said and they looked at me.

"You have four dads? Or like, are some of them your brothers?" Taylor asked me and I mentally swore. I forgot they didn't know about the boys.

"Um, legally, Ashton is my dad because he adopted me. The other three are his really close friends who live with us, well, they lived there first, so I'm living with them." I explained and they nodded. "I know, I was adopted, ew."

"It's not 'ew'." Taylor told me. "It's fine. We're not going to treat you any differently." He told me and I nodded. "You're still the same."

"Agreed. You're still the same Jordan, who cares if your adopted? It's fine." Christian said and I nodded. "Besides, it's really cool a band adopted you."

"You know them?" I asked, cocking my head to the side in confusion. Timothy got back to drawing on my hand and Christian just nodded.

"Michael, Calum, Luke, and Ashton? Australia? Come on. 5 Seconds of Summer. I love their music." He said simply and this girl turned around.

"I heard 5 Seconds of Summer, why are you talking about my husbands?" She asked and we just laughed, saying we liked their music. "Mhm, back off, they're mine." She said and then turned away.

"Like she has a chance." I scoffed quietly and Taylor 'ooh'ed. "Michael has a lovely girlfriend and the rest are way out of her league. Besides, age differences could screw them over." I said and they agreed.

"Teacher's coming, hide the ink." Christian said and I quickly hid my hands under the table. She asked if we needed help on our drawings which we had abandoned and we shook our heads. She nodded and then walked away to some other table.

"Thank god," I breathed out and then brought my hand back up so Timothy could continue his drawing. "You're a lifesaver Christian. I'd hate to get reported so quickly." I said.

"Stop being reckless and you won't." Taylor said and then we all laughed. "God, imagine that. Jordan not being reckless." He said and I shook my head.

"It's like nighttime without stars." Christian said and I agreed. "However, I would one day like to let loose and be a bit reckless. Maybe one day we can skip school and then go and do something a bit reckless."

"Sounds like a plan." I said and heard a click of a pen. I looked and Timothy had finished on my hand. "Sick." I said and moving my hand. "Hey Christian, this look familiar?" I asked and pointed the middle finger.

"Did he draw a skeleton hand pointing a middle finger on your paper or notebook too?" Taylor asked and I nodded. "What is with you and boney middle fingers?"

"They look badass, that's all." He said with a shrug and I laughed. The bell rang and I gathered my things into my backpack as the teacher spoke. I threw my backpack on and then walked out of the classroom with everyone else after we were dismissed.

"We taking the photos?" Taylor asked as he pulled his phone out. I nodded and we walked somewhere that was a bit more secluded and off of school property. We put our hands in a circle with our drawings pointing up and then he snapped a few photos of it.

"Tweet me them, or send them to me, either way, I want these." I told him and he nodded. "Take a selfie with me and my tatted self." I said and they agreed. I handed my phone to Taylor and he held it up and took a few photos of us, my ink on full show.

"So punk Jordan, look, you have that wannabe rockstar look. Your hand symbols, closed eyes, and your tongue out." Christian said as Taylor showed us the photos and I laughed, agreeing with him. "And I look so chubby, oh my god."

"I look good," Timothy said and we laughed. "I'm the only one not derping in this photo. My face is normal." He said and I laughed, agreeing with him.

"Your face is not normal," Christian said and Timothy gasped. I laughed with Taylor and Timothy hit Christian's shoulder.

"I gotta go now, send me the photo though. You have my number." Taylor said and kissed my cheek as he handed me my phone back. I nodded and then he ran off to his car, where his mum waited patiently for him.

"Let's go see if they forgot you again." Christian said and then I nodded as we walked to the front of the school. I saw the familiar large black car and walked up to it.

"Get in the car." Ashton said as soon as the window was rolled down. "Now." He told me angrily and I rolled my eyes at his tone. I'm with my friends, do you have to be so rude?

"I'll see you all tomorrow. Text me." I said and they nodded. "Bye Timmy, bye Chrisy." I said an they groaned at my nicknames.

"Bye JJ, see you tomorrow." they said and waved as they walked off. I got into the car and before I could buckle up, we were speeding away from the school.

"You are in so much fucking trouble young lady."