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"He’s thick and definitely cut. The way he moaned my name while I sucked him off was incredible. That Australian accent really gets me."
I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut, gaining the attention of the girls a few feet away. They looked my way for a second and quickly turned their attention back to the one in the center that had been describing her presumably latest Australian conquest. Not surprisingly, Beth had also heard about what had happened.
"It wasn’t one of yours!" She shouted as she ran to catch up with me in the hallway.
"One of my what?"
"One of your Australians?"
"What are you talking about?"
"I’m talking about Ashton Irwin and Luke Hemmings friending you on Facebook. Neither of them hooked up with Erin."
"That girl bragging about sucking Calum’s dick. Calum’s the one with the locker next to yours."
"Cool." I didn’t bother to stop and listen to her.
"So don’t act so irritated by it."
She smiled at me and wiggled her eyebrows before passing me and heading to her history class. She had seen that Ashton and Luke had added me on Facebook, but I had neglected to tell her about the messages I had received later that night from the both of them.
I had fully expected them to be assholes and only interested in getting to know me in a sexual way, but was pleasantly surprised when our conversation didn’t mention anything sexual at all, but rather music, TV shows, and what there was to do in the small town of Witch Lake.
"You should show us around." Ashton had said the night before. "I’ve been to America before, but never Connecticut."
All I had said was maybe, still hesitant about what their motives actually were.
Taking my seat in my chemistry class, I held my breath and watched the door. Admittedly, I had been drawn to the blue haired boy the moment he walked in and was slightly excited to see him again. I had been able to hide this from Beth and hadn’t realized it myself until Luke and Ashton had mentioned him in the conversation on Facebook.
I was several minutes early to class and had purposely chosen a seat in the back, in hopes that Michael was the type to sit in the back as well.
It turned out that he was.
Michael entered the classroom and dropped his bag on the floor a couple of seats away. I glanced his way and saw that he wasn’t taking the slightest interest in me and was playing on his phone instead. Mildly disappointed that he hadn’t taken the seat next to me, I pulled out my chem book and began looking over the chapter.
It was a small distraction from my sudden and totally random desire to reach out to him. Snatching my phone from my bag, I navigated Ashton’s friend list until finding Michael and clicked the add friend button.
The plan was to be confident when he fucking accepted it right there, in the same room, but when he looked my way, raised his eyebrows and shoved his phone into his pocket without responding to the request, a feeling that can only be described as complete and total mortification came over me.
There was no concentrating on the lesson, only watching the clock and wishing I could burst into flames right there in my desk.
As 43 minutes of class passed achingly slow, I kept my gaze straight ahead and tried my hardest to shrink into nothing. The burst of confidence I had felt before was actually foolishness in disguise and the moment we were released, I calmly walked to the front office and signed myself out early for the second time that week.
"Y/N? Twice in one week? This isn’t going to become a habit right? I’ll have to seek counsel with your parents if it does." The school secretary spoke from behind her desk.
"No, no, I’m just having a really awful period," I gave her sad eyes and her stern expression immediately vaporized.
"Alright, go home. Use a heating pad and relax," she smiled warmly, "enjoy some chocolate."
I returned the kind smile and signed myself out, making a mental reminder to do something kind for her in the future for being sympathetic to my fake menstrual pains.
To try and forget the chemistry class horror, I distracted myself with Netflix and McDonald’s. Several episodes of “House of Cards” later, my phone dinged with an indication for a Facebook message from Ashton Irwin.
"No history today?"
"I saw you this morning."
"I went home after my first class."
"Sure, just like you were sick the other day. You are such a naughty little school skipper."
"I wish you could see how hard i’m rolling my eyes right now."
"Me too, because then you’d be here or I would be there. You want to give me your number yet?"
A slight blush crept into my cheeks as another notification popped up on the screen. Another message, this time from Michael. The nervous feeling came rushing back and my hands began to sweat. He still hadn’t accepted the friend request.
The message contained a single word.
What the fuck did that mean? I was nervous to respond, but there was really no way to embarrass myself anymore than I already had.
"I don’t think i’m your type, rich girl."
"I requested you on Facebook, I didn’t ask you out."
"That’s next though, right?"
Maybe it was because of my upbringing or because I wasn’t a rude asshole, but I was appalled at how forward and impolite they were in first conversations. At this rate, I didn’t even want to meet Calum and he had become my favorite for that exact reason.
"No. You’re right, you’re not my type. I met Luke and Ashton yesterday, and couldn’t help but notice that you’re friends, so I decided to request you. I apologize for making an attempt at being friendly."
"You’re the girl that won’t give Ashton her number?"
"Smart girl. I’m sorry. I’ve been getting a lot of unwanted attention since we arrived here and I thought this was what that was."
Another notification popped up. Michael had accepted the friend request.
"So why won’t you give Ashton your number?"
"I guess because he doesn’t need it. I just met him."
"He won’t stop you know, not until you give it to him."
"I guess this will be a test of his endurance, then."
"Why don’t you come hang with us sometime?"
The hesitation was still there and I wasn’t really sure that I wanted to do it. People around school would talk and my parents would hear about it and that would cause unnecessary drama and pressure.
"I don’t think so, I’m pretty busy."
That was it. No push from Michael about what I was doing or why I couldn’t make room. He quickly let it go and the conversation moved on from there. It was simple… until he pulled Ashton into the chat and they both bombarded me with questions as to why I wasn’t willing to become their friend in real life but would online.
"You should come to our practice." Michael had suggested, which led to me questioning their practice and eventually finding out that they were in a band together.
It wasn’t something I expected from a group of rich Australian teenagers, but was weirdly intriguing. I semi-reluctantly agreed to make an appearance at the next practice and was surprised to learn that the house they were staying in was only minutes from mine, a piece of information that they would not be getting.
As if she was stalking my every move, Beth texted me not even an hour after Michael had accepted my friend request about how she had seen it and I was becoming one of their friends, the first girl they talked to without hooking up with. People were talking about me, but on the bright side, at least it wasn’t negative.
"So which one of them are you going to go for? This is a brilliant move."
Beth had taken me to lunch under the guise of making sure I felt better, but her true motive was digging for the gossip about the Australian boys that she was dying spread around.
"You befriend them and get one of them to fall for you, it’s brilliant! All of the other idiots in school just went straight for sucking dick and hoping it became love."
"Beth, i’m not interested in any of them."
"Please, you can’t decide which one you’re the most attracted to. I know you." She quirked an eyebrow and I sighed heavily.
"They’re good looking, yeah of course, obviously. They have attractive accents, totally aware of that. They’re funny and have good taste in music and television shows, swoon, yeah that’s awesome. We have had this conversation before. My parents would not approve and i’m not about to cross them. They’re terrifying."
"Backtrack. They’re funny? They have good taste in music? Holy shit have you talked to them?!"
Ignoring her questions, I popped a french fry in mouth and stared down at my plate.
"You need to tell me!" She demanded, practically leaning all the way across the table, her eyes wide with excitement.
"Yeah, I’ve talked with three of them on Facebook. Still haven’t met Calum."
"What are they like?!"
"They’re just normal people, like you and me."
"We’re rich, Y/N. We’re hardly just normal people and they’re rich too so they’re not normal people either! Tell me!"
"It was basic stuff like music and TV shows," I shrank into my chair a bit as she was starting to scare me, "they all share a pretty dry and sarcastic sense of humor. We didn’t discuss anything heavy, and I have no plans to get to know them any better. It’s just idle chat."
Purposely leaving out the band thing and that plans were in place to go to their practice, I gave Beth enough information to fuel her gossip fire and we headed to the Witch Lake Country Club to meet up with our parents.