New Girl

"Luke," I gasp for air. "We can't keep doing this. We have to tell him."
"Fine," he groans seductively. "But it's your funeral."


6. Six

Calum's POV

"Alright mates. Before you meet her, I've got some rules. Rule number one: No dating her without my permission. Rule number two: Don't openly hit on her in front of me. I don't want to throw up. Rule number three: She's really important to me, so please don't make me choose between her and the band. That leads me to rule number four: Think about the band before you do anything. Think about how you guys breaking up might affect the band."

"Wow Cal you have really thought this out." Ashton chuckles.

"I have. Now I'll call her over." I whip out my phone and tell her to come to locker 238. It's Luke's locker. She responds immediatly.

I'm lost. My locker is 237. I have no idea where I am.

Can you name your surroundings? I text back.

By the lockers outside the office. She send another one right after. I found my friend. Be there soon.

I put my phone away and tell the boys. Soon enough I see her walking our way with... Taylor? No fucking way. 

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I whisper. The boys try to contain there laugh.

"That's your sister? I saw her at the mall the other day with Taylor but I had no idea who she was. I was surprised Taylor knew my name." Michael laughs out. I should probably explain why this is a big deal. Taylor has been my crush since fifth grade. Her and Libby were best friends so it was easy for me to like her. When Libby left I saw less and less of her. If you have ever read Looking For Alaska she is like Alaska Young. Then again, from what I know about Libby, she is too. Taylor is her own person, she's beautiful, but unlike Alaska, no one gets with her. She is friends with everyone except for our group. Mainly because the main bitch Mackenzie is in our group. She stands up for what she believes in and doesn't give a shit about what anyone thinks. She's perfect. 

I see her walking our way and that puts me out of my daze. I stand up straighter and clear my throat a bit.

"Hey Cal. Can I get into my locker?"

"Yeah sorry." I get off of her locker and watch her put her combo in. She puts the stuff she doesn't need in her locker, shuts it, then turns to us.

"What's your schedule look like?" 

"I've got all my classes with Taylor except one. I have almost all them with you. We only have three not together and.." She looks over at the rest of the boys.

"Oh right. These are my mates. Curly haired one is Ashton. Blonde one is Luke. And the blue haired one is-"

"Michael." She cuts me off. They smile at each other.

"How did you know?"

"Met him at the mall."

"Right." The boys hand her their schedules and she compares them.

"All of them with Luke. 2 with Ashton and 4 with Michael. Cool cool. I only have last hour with Luke." 

"But you have first hour with all of us. So let's go then?" They all nod their heads and we start walking to the English room. 

"So Calum. Long time no talk eh?" I look over to Taylor saying her first words to me in two years. 

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