gbf // muke

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Luke's POV.

The next day at school, I could barely show my face. I didn't want to see Alex, or any of the guys, but what pissed me off was seeing Michael talking with Alex.

I peeked around the corner, and Alex was obviously trying to get all up on him, but he didn't seem to be interested. He just simply shook his head when he was asked something, and kept digging in his locker. He eventually shut it, and started walking in my direction. He hasn't seen me, so I turned the corner, and walked to my locker. I looked back as he got closer to me. I turned around and expected him to be there, but instead, I saw Michael walking away from me.

My smile dropped, but I didn't let it get to me. I quickly threw my stuff in my locker, and shut it. I ran after Michael, and grabbed his hand once I caught up with him. "Hi Luke." He said quietly. I scooted in closer to his side, and he looked down at me. "What are you doing?" He asked, not rudely, but curiously.

"I'm scared." I said truthfully. We had half an hour to kill before school started, so he led me down an empty hallway. "What happened?" He asked. "Nothing. I had another nightmare last night." I said, and he stopped walking. "Another? I- oh." He said, as if he had just realized something.

"What?" I asked. "When you were crying in bed, you were having a nightmare. I was tired, and my mind wasn't all there. Okay. It all makes sense now." He said quietly.

"Yeah. And I'm sorry I called you a b-word." I said quietly, and he shook his head. "Don't apologize. I was being a total b-word to you."

"I hate seeing you cry, and I hate myself knowing I caused it. I'm sorry Luke. I should've been more understanding when it comes to your insecurities and self harm and stuff. I know everybody feels self conscious sometimes, I just don't understand why you're not comfortable with me yet." He said, and hugged my waist.

"I'm not even comfortable with myself, so it makes it hard to show my body in front of other people." I said quietly. He nodded, and kissed my cheek. "You know I love you, right?" He asked, and I nodded. "Good. So that means I love you and your body. You don't need to be scared with me." He said quietly, and made me look up at him. "You know why I don't want to." I said softly, and he nodded. "I know Luke but I've seen them before. It's completely 100% okay if you have scars on your body. That's not gonna change the fact that I love you no matter what. The most it's gonna do, actually is increase my love for you because it shows you're so strong. But don't think I love you just because you cut, I don't. I love you for you. You're funny, sweet, sassy, caring, and beautiful. Please don't be scared around me anymore." He said, and my eyes started to fill with tears.

"No no no no. Michael I can't cry. My makeup will wash off." I said, and started fanning my eyes. He laughed, and placed his hands on my head. He wiped away any tears that were about to fall. I blinked quickly, and thankfully they were gone. I laughed quietly, and he pulled me into his chest. "You're cute." He whispered in my ear, and kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his back.

We stayed in the hug while he continued to talk. "Hey Luke. You know you can get those guys, and Alex arrested?" He said, and I nodded. "I'm scared though." I whispered. "Scared of what?" He asked, and kissed the area in front of my ear. "To tell. It's embarrassing." I said quietly.

"Luke. You've gotta stand up for yourself. What they did was horrible. I'll come with you, and we can call your mum." He said and I shook my head. "There's no proof that they actually did it." I said quietly.

"Luke. There's cameras in the bathroom. They're not looking into the stalls, but they're pointed at the sinks and stuff where people usually hang out." He said, and I looked up at him. "Really? Do they ever look at the security tapes?" I asked. "Not unless they have to." He said, and I nodded. "You'll come with me, right?" "Of course."

He grabbed my hand, and we walked towards the office with each other. I was biting my nails the whole way there, but Michael would squeeze my hand in reassurance. The bell rung, and we saw all the kids start to clear out of the halls.

"Can I help you boys?" The secretary asked. "Um. Actually can we talk to the principal? or an officer?" Michael asked, and the lady nodded. She led us to a room in the back. The door opened, and I saw two officers.

"Officer Jordan, Officer Bryan, we have some boys that would like to speak with you." She said, and let us in. Once the door closed, me and Michael both took a seat in a chair in front of their desk. "Hello boys, what can we help you with?" The lady officer asked. Michael looked over to me, and I couldn't say anything. It was like my mouth was sewn shut. I shook my head back at Michael, and he sighed, grabbing my hand again.

"Can you check the security tapes in the bathroom in front of..." He waited for me to tell them which one. "Mr. Clark's room." I whispered. They nodded, and started looking them up on the computers files. "What time?" The guy officer asked. "I dont know. It was the morning." I said quietly.

"Found them." He said, and if felt myself tense up. They started to play, and I could hear the sound from the bathroom. I could hear them start to yell things at me.

I shook my head and crawled over on Michael's lap. He hugged me tightly, and I covered my ears. I looked back at the officers, and they looked pissed. They were calling someone, and one was handing me a phone. I uncovered my ears. "It's okay. It's off." Michael whispered, and I nodded, taking the phone. "Call your parents Luke and tell them to come down." He said, and I nodded. I dialed my mums number, and held it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hi mum. It's Luke."

"Oh! What are you calling me on a school phone for?"

"I'm in the office. I'm not in trouble I promise, but you need to come down here. Please."

"Okay. I'll be there in a minute."

"Love you. Bye."

"Love you too, Luke."

I handed the phone back, and he put it up. I saw another few officers walk in, and I was told to follow them. Michael thankfully got to come with me, and he held my hand the whole way.

I was brought into a room that I didn't even know existed. It had a grey table, and a few chairs. We were told to sit down, and we did as we were told. There were three new officers in there with us, and they all had a different thing. One was ready to type whatever I said on a laptop. One had my school information, like my address and phone numbers and stuff. And one was asking me questions like how old I am and stuff.

I heard the door open, and I looked back to see my mum. She quickly sat beside me. "They told me to come in here. What's going on?" She asked, and I looked over to her.

I stayed silent, and she looked back to the officers. "Mrs. Hemmings? Are you aware that a few days ago, your son was sexually abused in the boys bathroom?" The officers said, and she looked over at me. "No. I wasn't aware." She said, still keeping her eyes on me. "How far did it go?" She asked. I placed my head in my hands, and felt like disappearing right then.

"Mum, they råped me." I whispered.