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Luke's POV.

I was surprised when Michael didn't let my hand go, even when we were walking through the hallway. I looked up at him fondly as he led me through the crowds in the hallway. He made it over to my locker and stood with me, saying something about one of his classes as I put my stuff up.

He was leaning against the lockers beside mine when a small boy came up to him. He had dark brown hair that fell over his forehead. He had on a American Eagle shirt, and his jeans looked sprayed on. He had on a pair of vans, and came up to Michael's nose. To any other guy, he would look hot.

"You're in front of my locker, Clifford." He sneered, looking at him. I secretly watched as he playfully glared at him. "Isn't that a shame, Dockins." He mocked back. The boy stepped closer to him, and he only leaned back, enjoying this.

"I'd say you were flirting with me." He smirked, and crossed his arms. "Maybe I am flirting with you." He challenged. He cocked an eyebrow at him, but I stepped in. "Maybe you're not." I said, and hid behind my locker door once Michael laughed at me.

"Whatever." I heard him mumble, and walk away.

"Luke got jealous." Michael smirked, and walked up behind me, holding my waist.

"Michael got flirty." I said, mocking his tone.

"Don't be like that. I only have eyes for you." He whispered, kissing my cheek. "Aww-" I said, but stopped once I saw Alex approaching us. "Oh. So you're going out with the flat-ass now." Alex said, as he passed us. "Whatever Mikey. Whenever you get tired of him, feel free to come back." He said, running his hand over Michael's arm.

Michael watched as he walked away, and I frowned to myself.

'I only have eyes for you'

Alex was a big competition when it came to Michael. He had a perfect body, and as he said, I'm just flat. Alex has a nice butt, and a nice arched back, and I look like a string bean.

I guess Michael noticed that I was watching him watch Alex. "Luke I'm sorry-" "It's okay. I get it." I whispered, shutting my locker. He walked me to my first period, and I entered without saying goodbye to him.

I know Michael likes me, but I tend to get really insecure. And that's something I need to work on.

I could help but just look at Alex occasionally during first period. There was no wonder Michael seemed so hypnotized by him; he was perfect. I dont know what Michael even sees in me. I shrugged it off, and kept paying attention to the teacher.

Once the bell rang, I was the first one out of the room. I pretty much ran to Michael's locker. I was still a little upset because he was looking at Alex the way I want him to look at me, but he'll find some way to make me feel better.

I hugged his waist lightly, and he turned around, bringing me into his arms. "Hey babe." He said quietly, and I just continued to lay on his chest. "Hi." I eventually whispered. "What's wrong?" He whispered, noticing my tone of voice. "I don't know." I said, untruthfully. "I'm just tired." I continued.

I looked up, and saw group of guys talking to Alex. Alex nodded, and pointed over at me. He was pretty far away, but I could still see him. I actually got kinda scared because those guys looked like they worked out 4928472 hours a day, and they all kinda glared in my direction.

"M-Michael I wanna go home." I said quickly, and hid my head in his shoulder. "Why?" He asked. "I don't know." I whispered, and he sighed. "Luke. You're gonna be fine." He said. I heard the bell ring for next class, and the halls started clearing out, but I haven't even gone to my locker yet. "I've got to go." Michael whispered, and kissed my forehead. I nodded, and moved to my locker. I got my stuff, and quickly walked to the bathroom, wanting to re-apply my makeup.

Once I got in there, it was empty, except for one guy washing his hands. He looked like he was walking to the door to leave, but instead he locked it. I slowly looked over to him as he opened the bathroom stalls. Two guys came out of each of the three stalls, and I looked around at them slowly. As they all started to strip their clothes off.

"What's g-going on?"

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