Squishy Face

three

Sorry I haven't updated in a while guys! Schol has been absolute HELL these past few days. Anywho let's do this chapter.
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Waking up on a rainy morning after a not so good night's sleep is bad enough. But if you include your mother yelling for you to get your "gay ass" downstairs and the lovely sound of an alarm clock blaring, hat just tops it off. Already off to a bad start I manage to stand and pull on some pants. Picking up a random shirt from my dresser I lazily pull it's soft cotton over my head before running my hand through my hair and beginning the search for a beanie. Quickly finding my grey beanie I pull it down over my ears, do all of my bathroom nessesities, and head out the door pulling my bag along and ignoring the insults thrown at me as I walk to my bus.

Gettng there quickly I sit on a bench and think about life. About when my mom first called me a gay fag and that I was a disgrace to the family. She made it very clear that she didn't love me. Bummer I can't move out though. My mom is the only living relative left in my family, so I'm stuck with her until I turn 18. Whoop de doo! At least she tolerates me enough to let me stay in my room and eat her "well-earned" food.

The sickly yellow bus slowly creaks to a stop in front of me and I heave myself up, plugging in my earbuds, and block out the world as I travel to school, or should I say Hell.

Before long the bus doors open and I'm jogging inside, now noticing I wore a tank today of course. I meet up with Ash in the hallway and we discuss weekend plans. But before long, and I knew this was coming, Michael knocks me down again. I didn't really have time to reactso I sat on the floor stunned for a second beforeshakingmy head and looking up at his towering figure.

"Hey fag, why don't you go infect some other hallway.", he sneered.

Before I could say anything Ash was on his ass. He was up in Michael's face, veins straining against his skin and fists clenched tightly. His hazel eyes were buging out of his head and his breath was harsh and slow.

"He doesn't have to go anywhere Clifford. You think you own this fucking school don't you? Well news flash buddy, you don't. all you do is pick on Calum. He has done absolutley nothing to you so why are you being such a dick head? Here's the answer. You're scared. I see the way you look at Calum like you're jealous. I also see the way you look at Luke. In fact you are very obvious Clifford. So why don't you just leave Calum the hell alone and go dye your hair shit brown."

A small crowd surrounded us as my eyes bulged, staring at Ashton. My jaw was about to hit the floor and Michael's expression matched mine. Ashton stayed were he was, keeping eye contact with Michael, daring him to say something. Eventually Michael regained his composure, me still being in shock, and smirked widely.

"You're right."

I turned my head to Michael but he wasn't the one who had said it. Confusion took over his expression as he turned his head slowly, to look in my direction. But he wasn't looking at me, he was looking behind me. Slowly I turned my torso to see Luke hovering behind me, just a couple of inches away from my head. I had to look up at him and the way he was blocking the light with his head made him seem more angelic than before.

Ashton was turned toward him to, looking confused yet prideful.

"What do you mean Luke?", said a small voice.

At first I thought it was me, being the small talke I am. But, I was yet again suprised to see it come from Michael. And that's when the bell rang.

We all looked at each other before Michael looked solemly at Luke and walked away quickly wiping his face. I felt bad for him and wanted to comfort him but honestly he deserved it. As the crowd disspersed I tried to get up but stopped when m back seized. Thank you skulliosus(idk if that's how you spell it)! Luke noticed and immediatley bent down, also noticing the worried look on my face.

"Don't wory he'll be fine.", spoke a soft voice in my ear. I blushed as his breath tickled my jaw and he hoisted me up from under the armpits. I smilled before nodding and turning to Ashtn to find him already halfway downthe hallway running his hands through his hair and heading for the door. Knowing he needed alone time I turned back to Luke.

"Thanks for...um...that."

"No problem."

After an awkward silence Luke scratched the back of his head and stepped closer. I looked at him warily already aware of my flaming cheeks.

"Uh...I noticed you couldn't get up...are you okay?", he asked concerned.

"Yeah just back problems.", I said nervously.

He nodded, a concerned expression taking over his pretty face. I blushed and started fiddling with the bottom of my shirt.

Oh gosh how did he do these things to me. He doesn't recognize for three years and now he picks me up off the floor. Oh lord this is so awkward. I can't help but think about how strong his arms were. They lifted me without a problem. He didn't care that we were close either. Most kids would cringe away and and be disputed they were within ten feet of me. But not Luke. Not this blonde headed stupid dork. Gosh I think about him way to much.

I'm shocked out of my deep thoughts when a hand starts rubbing small circles at the bottom of my back. Let me just say...it feels amazing.

I slowly relax into the touch before I feel a very defined chest pressed into my back. It feels lovely. Very comfortable.

"God, you're gorgeous."

I jolt away wondering who could've of got behind me. I look up to see Luke gone before checking behind me.

And I couldn't believe who I saw.

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(A/N) I want to dedicate this chapter to @xxhemmocidal because I love you and you are gorgeous haha

All the love

w.n. Xx