"Shitshitshitshitshit- fuckfuckfuckFUCK!" I cursed as I entered my room from the restroom as I lazily ran my fingers through my hair. I ran around my room, trying to locate my backpack. "Oh, my God. Haz! Where's my backpack?!"

Harry was just waking up from sleeping soundly on the mattress that was on the floor. He opened one eye at me. "At your door," he groggily answered. I rushed over to here my backpack was supposed to be and began throwing it on my shoulder. Then I heard a loud snore come from Harry followed by his laughing.

"STOP LAUGHING AND WAKE UP! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" I scolded as I threw a sock I found on the ground and it landed on his face. He was lucky it was clean, or else he would've died from the horrid smell.

He sat upright and tossed the sock aside. He looked around the room. "What time is it?"

"Late! You got only thirty minutes to get ready!" However, he didn't seem too worried about the fact that school starts in a half hour. He simply got up and went to the restroom. I, on the other hand, am freaking out so much that my head might explode.

So here's what happened: I woke up and I found that I was in my room, but I didn't have a single memory of me getting out of the car last night and walking into my room. I assumed that Harry must have carried me into the house. Even the bracelets that I wear every day were removed and on the table beside me. I saw that he was sleeping on the mattress next to my bed, and then my eyes landed on the clock, and it was twenty minutes after seven! I didn't even shower last night, so I had to change out of my yesterday's clothing and dress into new attire, which was a pair of black skinny jeans and a tank top with a Captain America logo on it. I grabbed my bracelets off of the table and slipped them onto my wrists.

Just for the record, I changed into new and clean boxers as well.

Once I felt like I was cleaned up to the best of my ability right now I scurried downstairs and saw a note on the kitchen island. I walked over to it and picked it up.

Ashton,
You were still sleeping, so we asked Ms. Lena from across the street to take us to school. 
-Harry and Lauren x

"Why didn't they wake me up then?" I groaned. I shook my head and began pulling out two pieces of bread from their bag. I went over to the fridge and took the butter out, then to the drawer where the knife is located, and started spreading the butter onto the bread.

I held one of the pieces in my mouth and left the other one for Harry. He usually eats school breakfast, but I doubt he's going to be able to make it on time.

Today was already a bad day. Not only did I not wake up early enough for me to study for Stats and do some homework, but I woke up late. This is the first time that I slept in since before I started high school. But in my defense, my mom thought that I was sick, and then a quarter before school started she decided that I was okay enough to go to school.

I grabbed my keys off of where it was hanging on the wall, ran out to the car, and dumped my backpack into the backseat. I turned on the engine and waited for the car to warm up. Also, I'm waiting for Harry to hurry up, because now we only have twenty minutes to get to class, and it's about a ten minute drive to school.

He appeared at the front door a minute later, locking the door from the inside as he made his way to the car. He had the buttery bread in between his teeth. He climbed into the passenger seat, and I started to drive off to school.

I took the bread out of my mouth. "Why didn't you wake me last night?" I asked him, sternly. "Actually, no. Why didn't you set the alarm?"

"I didn't wake you, because of the same reason you didn't want to wake Luke. And I forgot to."

I shook my head in disbelief. "You're an idiot." I finished off the rest of the bread and the rest of the ride was quiet.

We had about eight minutes to get to class, and, because of that stupid football field, it's going to take us another four minutes. Plus, my first period class just so happens to be on the other side of school.

My backpack was loaded with almost all of my textbooks, but I wouldn't have time to stop by my locker. I'll go during the next passing period.

I parked my car in a spot closest to the school building, rushing Harry to get out of the car so I can lock the car and get to class on time. But that idiot was taking his freaking sweet time, so I threw my car keys at him, them hitting him in the face.

"Lock the car! I've gotta get to class! Hand them back at lunch!" I didn't wait for his response before I started running out of the parking lot, past the football field, and onto school grounds. I wasn't that fast because of my backpack, damn it. When I pulled out my phone to glance at the time I saw that I still had about about five minutes. Students were already heading to class, and I wormed my way through the crowd, muttering 'excuse me' or 'sorry' to every person.

I had about three minutes now left before the late bell rings, and I was halfway across the school. There's just so many people here!

I bumped into someone's chest and toppled backwards, because my heavy backpack was bringing me down. I fell and looked up at whom I had run into.

"Oh, it's you," groaned a voice. It was the guy in the locker room yesterday, the one who told me that Luke would be gone in a week. "Watch where you're going, newbie."

What? This guy thinks I'm a freshman? I get I'm shorter than he is, but I'm a senior! And I think he's the newbie around here! I haven't seen him around before. He's really, really rude.

I stood up as he and his friends walked away, laughing. I rolled my eyes and hurried to class. I looked at the time on my pho- where's my phone?!

I looked behind me to see if I dropped it anywhere, but I couldn't see it. Shit, where could it have gone?! But right now, I need to get to class! Who knows how much time-

Ring!

And there goes the bell.

Damn it, fucking shit. I'm late.

Even though I was late, I still ran to my first class.

I reached the class and swung the door open, walking in.

"Sorry, I'm late," I apologized. "I promise it won't happen-"

"Dude, chill, Mr. Ziller isn't here," said a voice. "The janitor had to open the door for us. Just get in your seat and pretend you weren't late."

I let out a sigh of relief. I'm safe. For now.

There's still the matter with my phone. Maybe someone picked it up? I hope so. I'll check the lost and found later.

I took my seat and rested my head against my desk. Some guy who sat next to me turned in his seat and looked at me.

"You got lucky, mate," he said to me. "Ziller isn't usually late, and the day he's late is the day you got away from being late." I gave a weak laugh.

"Yeah, that was luck on my part. It won't be a habit of mine." I pulled out my Stats book and flipped to the first page.

"I'm Ben, by the way," he greeted as he stuck a hand out at me.

I shook it. "I'm Ashton. Do you understand this at all?"

"Well, yeah. It's not that hard." My eyes widened.

"Will you be my tutor?" I asked him, hope filling my voice. I didn't know anyone else in this class, and the fact that he considers Stats as easy... Oh, my God, is this real life?

He chuckled and then nodded, "Sure, why not? How about after school? Want to go to your place or mine?"

"I don't care, either works. I have a tutor!" I cheered. Ben laughed and patted my back.

"Yeah, don't get too excited." A substitute walked in a second later, and the entire class went silent.

"Sorry, I was stuck in traffic. I am Mr. Ziebarth and I will be substituting for Mr. Ziller today. Now, he left me some notes and said that you guys have a study period." The class erupted in cheers, but Mr. Ziebarth held up his hand. "However, whoever is not working will receive automatic detention, so I suggest taking out your textbooks and get started. You may work with a neighbor, and only a neighbor. As you're working, I will be checking this seating chart to make sure everyone is here, so you'd best be in your correct seats."

I beamed at Ben, and he returned with a smile. When Mr. Ziebarth went to take a seat at the teacher's desk, I opened the textbook to the first section of the first chapter.

"Teach me?" I pleaded. He laughed and scooted his seat closer to mine.

"Okay, here's what's going on..."

After about fifty-five minutes of studying class was over, and I completely understood the lesson, thanks to Ben here. Because we had a study period, we decided to do the study session another time when Mr. Ziller was back and teaching us a new lesson.

I walked over to my locker and began placing my books in my locker, except for English, because I have that next.

My backpack was feeling a whole lot lighter now that I emptied it out. I wouldn't want to get scoliosis.

For the rest of my periods until lunch everything was going great. Other than the fact that I woke up late and somehow escaped the hands of being tardy, today was getting better.

I walked into English after class and saw Liam. I took a seat next to him, and he must have seen the smile on my face, because he then asked me, "What's got you all happy?"

I turned in my seat to face him. "I have a tutor for Stats!"

"Really? That's great! So where were you and Hazza earlier today?"

I groaned, "So I fell asleep in the car while Harry was driving Luke and Michael home, and he didn't want to wake me up, so he carried me into the house and just didn't bother to wake me up. I planned on waking up early today so I could arrive to school and study for a bit and do some homework, but then because Harry didn't wake me up last night, I wasn't able to set my alarm clock, and I ended up waking up twenty minutes after seven!"

Liam blinked at me. "Wow, poor you."

"And you know what? On my way to first class I bumped into this guy who's a giant dick for some reason and also I lost my phone. Oh, and I didn't get to class until after the bell rang."

"So you were late? Did you receive detention?"

"Surprisingly, no. The teacher wasn't even there yet by the time I arrived. Then I took my seat and met this one guy who agreed to tutor me in Stats, and that just made my day a little bit better. Oh, and we had a substitute."

"Well, at least everything's getting better now, right?"

"Yeah, and it better stay that way."

The bell rang and the teacher walked in, announcing that the class had a mini project to work on, and that they could work with anyone in the class. Of course, I partnered up with Liam, and we worked on the assignment together, which was just read an excerpt from the textbook and rewrite it into modern English. No problem at all.

In Spanish there was a pop quiz to see if all of the students in the class remembered everything they had learned from the three years that they took Spanish. Spanish isn't that hard, but I probably forgot about one-fourth of everything that I learned. Once I review what I missed, I'll probably be kicking myself in the butt afterwards.

Economics is such a boring class. I won't even get into detail with that one, because who even wants to know about economics stuff? Not me, and I don't want to bore you guys away.

Lunch finally came around and I sprinted out of my Economics class to claim the table that my friends and I usually sat at. I didn't need to study for anything and I was famished, but if none of us claimed the table, then it might be taken. We've been owning that table since freshman year, and I ain't giving it up.

Michael shortly took a seat across from me after I sat at the table and he had a tray with pizza and a water bottle.

"What's up?" he greeted. "Where were you this morning? You're usually the first person to show up before any of us."

"I overslept," I admitted, "and it's all Haz's fault. I fell asleep in the car, and he didn't wake me up." I stood up from where I was sitting. "Well, since you're here, I'm gonna go grab my lunch."

"Wait, stay here until someone else comes. I don't want to look like a loner." I rolled my eyes, but complied, sitting back down. "By the way, Luke's looking your way."

"What? Where?" I twisted myself around, only to find that there was no cute blond boy in sight. I turned around again to look at Michael, only to see him covering his mouth while bringing the pizza up to his face. I puffed and whacked the pizza out of his hands, the food falling back onto the plate. Some of the tomato sauce on the plate got onto his jacket and he groaned.

"Mate, this jacket was a good one!" he whined. I stuck my tongue out at him before I stole his water bottle. As I was opening it Harry appeared next to me.

"Are you cheating on me?" he demanded. I looked up at him, confusion written on my face.

"What?" I asked him.

"You heard me. Why are you taking his water bottle? I got this one for you." He held out an apple juice carton, and I took it from his hands.

"You're a dork," I laughed. He just cheekily smiled before he began eating a ham sandwich.

"By the way, I called you. Why didn't you answer your phone?" he questioned.

"Um, I may have lost it on my way to class."

"What?! That's such an important item you must have on you! How did you lose it?!"

"I don't know, I-I ran into someone on my way to class! It was in my hand, and I must have dropped it when I fell! I don't know, honestly! I turned around, and-and it was gone!" A frown quickly took over my face, and Harry pulled me into a hug.

"Aw, poor Ashy. We'll check the lost and found later. If we can't find it, then when I become famous I'll buy you a new phone." I just smiled at him and poked the dimple that formed on his face. He pulled away and continued eating his ham sandwich.

I drank the apple juice, placed it on Harry's tray, and then stood up from where I was sitting. "I'm goin' to go grab lunch." Harry nodded and then placed a long leg onto my seat, probably to keep Liam, Niall, and Zayn from sitting there.

Once I got into the lunch line I saw Luke sitting at a table with his friends. His hair was spiked up again, and my heart fluttered from that, because- damn- he looked hot! The brunet kid that he was with yesterday was sitting next to him, and then something else caught my eye.

There was a girl sitting on the other side of Luke.

She was a blonde with straight hair, and she had a nice body. She was really beautiful, and that's coming from a guy who's attracted to guys.

Luke turned his attention over to the blond girl and then they began conversing. I saw the smile on both of their faces, and I couldn't pull my eyes away.

I felt someone poke my side, and I nearly let out a squeal. I turned myself to see who it was.

"Hey, Ashton," said Ben. I waved at him, giving him a smile.

"Hi, Ben." My eyes went back to Luke, but I tried not to make it obvious.

"So, I was actually wondering if you were okay if I came over to your place today? You know, to work a little bit more on Stats. I think it's better if we have a head start before the rest of the class, so that way when the teacher teaches it next time you'll understand the lesson better." 

I thought for a moment as the line continued to move. I then nodded, agreeing.

"Yeah, okay. So, are we going to meet at my place or what?"

"I actually walked to school. Maybe you can give me a ride to your place?"

"All right. But after school I have to pick up my two younger siblings from school. Oh, and most likely my friends are going to be at my place."

Ben nodded. "Okay, but don't get too distracted by your friends. You wouldn't want to fail Stats, would you?"

I shook my head.

"Okay, it's set. I'll see you after school. Do you have a sixth period?" I shook my head. "Oh, I do. Meet me in front of Ziller's class after school ends." I nodded and then started to get my lunch. Once my spaghetti, apple, and milk was paid for I said bye to Ben and then made my way back to the table. Niall, Liam, and Zayn were already there, talking with Michael and Harry.

Harry didn't notice that I was coming back, so instead of telling him that I put my lunch tray on the table and sat on his leg. He let out a cry of pain before I stood up and started laughing at him as he pulled his leg close to his chest.

He looked up at me. "You're cruel! But I still love you."

"Yeah, and I love food. Now, I'm going to be eating. Feel free to take my milk if you want." Harry was about to reach for my apple, but I smacked his hand. "I said milk."

"But it's an apple," he pouted. I didn't realize that Niall took my apple before I heard him take a bite out of it. Harry and I gaped at the Irish boy.

"Niall!" we both exclaimed at him.

"What? Sorry, I'm eating an apple. Can't understand you." He took another bite, and I shook my head. Harry finally decided to take the milk off of my tray, and he gulped it down. I began to dig into the spaghetti. I've had this for lunch and dinner yesterday, but I don't care. It's spaghetti. I love spaghetti, and I'm never going to get tired of this heavenly food.

"Zayn, can you help me with Calculus?" Harry asked.

Zayn blinked at Harry before he took a bite out of his chicken sandwich. "Why? We're learning basics right now."

"No, not now, but just in case I don't understand. You should be my Calculus buddy."

"No, Zayn," Michael chimed in. "It's a trap. He's going to be all clingy. Look at how attached he is to Ashton, and that's all because he agreed to be is P.E. partner."

Harry gasped at the purple-haired boy. "For your information, Michael, I'm not attached. I just am very close with people who are my friends."

"Sure, if you want to put it that way."

"Haz, you need to come over to my place after school," Liam said to the curly boy. "We need to practice for the concert tomorrow night."

"When's rehearsal?" Harry asked. "Because I'm going to be in tardy detention with Ashton."

"Actually, I avoided that," I told Harry, biting my lip. He gasped at me, and everyone at the table started laughing.

"You're leaving me? How did you not get detention?!"

I shrugged, "I had a substitute today, and he came into the classroom two minutes after I did, and I just didn't get detention, because he didn't know I was late."

"Eeh, have fun by yourself, Harry," Niall said, reaching over the table to place a hand on Harry's shoulder. "We'll stop by the detention room to collect you. Oh, and rehearsal's at five. Detention starts after sixth class ends and ends an hour later."

"Oh, it's a good thing that I don't have a sixth class," Harry sighed. "Stay with me, please!"

"I have Track," Zayn reminded.

"I have Physics sixth class," Liam said.

"I just don't want to show up," Niall smiled. Harry glared at him, shaking his head.

"I'll stay," Michael told Harry. The curly boy beamed and mouthed 'thank you' to Michael.

He turned to me. "Ashton? Please?"

"I can stay, but I have to leave when sixth period ends. I'm having a tutor over at my place." All of the guys looked at me, surprised. Except for Liam, since I told him in English.

"Fine! Leave me for another person!" Harry yelled dramatically. I laughed at him, and then began to finish my spaghetti.

"Oh, speaking of the concert..." I looked at Michael as he pulled out the ticket and the backstage pass and handed it back to me. I looked at it, bemused.

"Why are you giving it back to me?" I asked.

"I, uh, actually this girl invited me to the concert, and I may have told her yes... So I'm giving these back to you." I gaped at him.

"You got a date?" Niall questioned, leaning closer to Michael. The purple-haired kid hesitantly nodded.

"Yeah... so, Ash, there are your tickets back. You should give them to someone else. Specifically someone who's blond, has spiked up hair, is a freshman, and hit you with a football yesterday."

The other guys snickered and I narrowed my eyes at Michael.

But then I remembered that girl who was sitting next to him. It wouldn't be a bad idea to invite him, but what if he's already going with the girl? Or what if he isn't, but rejects my offer? If he declined the offer, then I wouldn't know what to do with the ticket and backstage pass that Michael just handed back to me.

"You don't want to keep the backstage pass?" Harry asked as he picked up the one that I had placed on the table.

"Well, it goes with the ticket, so..."

"Mate, I can get you a backstage pass for you and your girlfriend," he smirked. Michael blushed a bit.

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Not yet."

I snatched the backstage pass out of Harry's hold and the ticket from the table and just shoved it into my backpack. I didn't know what I was going to do with it. I didn't know who else to give it to.

I felt Harry rest his arm around my shoulder, like he usually does. They were all talking about how awesome the concert was going to be, and I just stayed quiet, thinking...

When Luke held me in his arms, when he brushed his fingers through my hair, when he got worried that I was hurt... was that all just because he had to? Did they mean absolutely nothing to him? Because they sure as hell didn't mean nothing to me. Those were probably the closest times I'll ever be to Luke. But then again, I have six days remaining until Luke forgets who I am.

Even though I most certainly wouldn't like that, there's no way that I can avoid it now, can I?

I stole a quick glance at the table where Luke was sitting, but he was gone, and so was the girl. However, his brunet friend was still there with other people. There was only one thought in my mind when I saw that Luke was gone...

He was with that blond girl.