School Spirit | Muke/Cashton✔

Ten

Luke's P.O.V

We've had practice multiple times this week, going as terrible as usual. Or at least I thought they were terrible. Calum and Ashton seemed to be enjoying themselves. Calum said he had taken up gymnastics again, so that was making cheering much easier. And here Michael and I are, not even exercising outside of practice.

We were leaving for the convention this morning, so here I am, waiting on my curb for Michael to pick me up, since my dad couldn't at five in the fucking morning. Yes, we were leaving for the trip at five in the morning. When he finally pulled up, I had to ride in the back since his mum was driving us and he was in the front with her.

We reached the school and both got out. I thanked his mum, but he just walked away quickly after getting his stuff from the back.

I ran to catch up to him. Through soft pants I ask, "What's up with you? If I'd done that to my dad, he'd probably turned the car around and ran me over."

"It doesn't matter," he mumbled, pulling his hood over his head. I didn't press the subject any more, because, for one, I didn't wanna come across as his friend, and two, it wasn't any of my business. I respect people just as much ad they respect me, and I really owe Michael one for not saying anything about finding that lighter in my room.

We walked up to the bus where everyone stood around, talking and waiting to board. I found a spot of the lawn and sat down, plugging my ear buds in and closing my eyes.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, someone shook my shoulder, yelling at me that it was time to get in the bus. I opened my eyes, seeing the familiar turquoise hair.

I groaned because I was about to fall asleep for Christ's sake. I can never sleep with this damn insomnia, so that was a rare event that should've been taken advantage of, but now I'm going to have to trade a peaceful slumber for a loud bus filled with overly-happy teens. So basically the exact opposite of me.

I sat in the very back, surprised when I saw Michael sit in the seat next to me. I raised an eyebrow as if to ask 'why are you sitting next to me?'

"'Cause, you're pretty much the only person on this damn bus that I wouldn't mind sitting next to," he answered.

'Oh.'

"Yeah, and since there are people here, are you back in mute-mode?" He questioned, eyeing me.

I nodded with a slightly annoyed look. I wasn't annoyed at Michael, it was the people in the front that would shut up that pissed me off. I stared at them, letting out a sigh of frustration.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he chuckled, yet in a unamused manner.

I nodded once again, sighing and placing my ear buds back in. I rested my head against the window and tried to get some sleep. But sadly, failing.

Michael's P.O.V

I refused to talk to my parents, especially my mother. No, she didn't beat me like my father did; instead she just watched. She always, always, just stands there, blank faced. Whenever Luke asked about it and I pulled my hood over my head, I was hoping that it would help conceal the mark on my cheek from last night. The makeup just wasn't having it today, so it didn't hide it fully.

When we finally reached the hotel, I shook Luke, thinking he was asleep. His eyes instantly shot open, indicating that he wasn't.

He stood up and stretched, his shirt rising enough to show his flat stomach. I mentally groan at the sight. I will admit, Luke had this certain thing about him that could make anyone melt if they just noticed it, but I didn't know what.

Everyone hopped off the bus with their bags and waited in the lobby for Ashton to tell us who would room with who. There was supposed to be a teacher with us during the trip to supervise, but I think I remember hearing someone say they wouldn't be here until a few day.

"Alright, listen up 'cause I'm not gonna repeat this!" Ashton called out, grabbing everyone's attention. "I'm going to tell you who you'll be rooming with. After you know your roomie, you two will go to the front desk, where you'll be given a room. You'll have the rest of the day off to explore and unpack. No ifs, ands, or buts. Got it?"

The silence was filled with an overwhelming "yes".

Ashton started with himself, "Calum, you'll be with me." Calum nodded, and I caught the small smile that danced its way onto his lips.

Ashton went in for a few more minutes, just listing off pairs, when he finally came to mine, "Clifford, you're with Hemmings."

I glanced over at Luke, who was already looking at me. I nodded for him to go to the front desk with me, walking quickly so that he wouldn't see the small blush on my cheeks.

We retrieved our room key and made our way to our room. Luke immediately fell face first onto one of the beds, earning a laugh from me.

He rolled onto his back, grumbling, "Don't judge, Mike. I'm tired as hell." Mike. Mike. The way he fucking said my name, I swear. If I had ovaries, they would've exploded by now.

I tried to play it cool with a chuckle, "I wasn't judging. I just found amusement in your childish ways." I honestly spoke like a owned the place, but I knew I was joking, and so did Luke because he laughed.

"Whatever, I'm going to sleep; wake me when it's dinner time," he murmured as he buried his face into one of the many pillows.

"'Kay. Night Lukey." The name slipped out of my mouth. I honestly couldn't tell if I liked Luke for just being Luke, or if I hated him for being the annoying like shit he is. Dammit emotions, get your shit together.

"Night Mikey," he whispered into the pillow, but I could still hear him.