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5SOS Preference #53 - You meet each other in school

Luke: 

Walking out of the secretarys’ office, you sighed, looking at the sheet clutched in one hand, some books in the other. It was halfway through the school year and you just had to move to a new country. Your parents had a divorce and you moved here to Australia with your mum.

The bell rang, indicating that class was starting and you merely stood in the middle of the hallway. The secretary didn’t even tell you how to get to your first class!

Continuing to look down at your schedule, you didn’t notice a blonde haired boy running into you and sheets and books scattered everywhere. “Crap! I’m so sorry, I was late and I didn’t see you!“ You heard a voice panic.

Looking up, your gazes locked and you were entranced by his blue eyes. “It’s fine,” You mutter, looking away and picking up your books. “Are you new here?“ The boy asks you once you both finish picking up your books.

"Yeah,” You nodded, looking down,“ I don’t er, know where my class is..” “Can I see your schedule?“ He asks and you hand over your schedule. “Wow, we’ve the same classes for everything except geography! Come on, I’ll show you to our first class. I’m Luke, you are?”

“[Name],” You respond. “It’s nice to meet you, [Name],“ Luke smiled at you.

Ashton: 

"There’ll be someone here to guide you to your first class soon,” The principal tells you. You nod, waiting patiently for said person to come and guide you. 

After a few minutes, someone knocks on the door before walking in and you find a very attractive, curly haired boy in front of you.“[Name], this is Ashton. He’ll be your guide for the rest of the week” Turning to face you, Ashton gave you a smile, his dimples showing. 

The both of you walk out of the principals’ office. “Nice to meet you, [Name]. So what class do you have first?“ Ashton asked you and you looked down at your schedule.

"Um, Music” “Oh, I have music first thing too! You’ll love the music teacher, she’s really nice,“ Ashton smiled before leading you to the music room. 

"So, aren’t you from another country?” Ashton asked. “Yeah, I’m from England,“ You replied,” I just moved here a few days ago" “Then, how about I show you around town, sometime?“ Ashton looked at you.

Smiling at him, you nodded,"Yeah, I’d like that”

Calum:

Sitting down at a random seat near the window, you take out your books needed for this class when the bell rang. People started filing in when a tanned looking boy walked over to the seat beside you.

Flashing you a smile, he sat down as you tried your best not to blush. He was pretty hot.“Hey, new girl,” You heard someone say.

Looking up, you find a girl in a cheerleader uniform. “Um, hi,“ You raised an eyebrow, you knew that she was someone popular in the school so you wondered why she was talking to you.

"Move, you’re in my seat” Oh. That’s why. Just then the teacher walked in, noticing that the girl was the only one not in her seat. “Cynthia, sit down,“ The teacher ordered.

"Then tell this loser to get off my seat!” Cynthia glared at you. “Cynthia, just go sit somewhere else,“ You heard the cute boy say behind Cynthia. Spinning around, Cynthia gave him a glare before stomping off to another seat.

"Sorry about her, my name’s Calum, nice to meet you,” The boy smiled at you. “[Name],” You gave him a shy smile. “Mr.Hood, Ms.[Last Name] unless you want a detention, I suggest you stop talking"

Michael: 

“So this is our first class,” Your guide, Celia told you,“ The teacher’s alright, just don’t get on his bad side!” It was your first day in a new school.

Sitting down, the bell rang and people filled the room. Halfway throughout the class, the door opened and your head turned to the door where a platinum blonde haired boy stood. 

“Mr.Clifford, you’re late again. Care to give me a reason or shall I give you another detention slip?"The teacher asked stiffly. “Just give me a detention slip,” The Clifford boy shrugged.

The teacher wrote him a slip before sending him to his seat. As he walked by you, you caught his eye and he winked before going to his seat at the back of the class.

“Who was that?” You asked Celia. “That’s Michael Clifford, the bad boy of the school. He’s like the hottest guy in school too but he never shows interest in girls, I can’t believe he winked at you!“ Celia whispered.

Just then, a crumpled up piece of paper landed on your desk. You look at Celia who gestures for you to open it.

Hey new girl, my number’s xxx-xxx-xxxx call me sometime babe

-Clifford