Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 10

After school, I walk into my house; my body still aching. I sat in that stairwell all through first period, until the vice principal found me. He brought me into the nurse's office and then into the office. He asked me many times who beat me, and I never responded.

He eventually sent me to third period, which I entered in the middle of. I had missed lunch that was after second period, but I didn't care too much. Calum and Ashton did not break a rib, thankfully, but they did kick me stomach mutiple times - which resulted in excrutating pain in the abdominal area. I sat down on my bed, waiting for a call from Michael. What happened before Calum and Ashton found me was spectacular, and had been running through my head all day. I wish I didn't like Michael, I wish that I could hold some sort of gurdge against him. He and his friends overreacted to the teasing last year. I have no idea who would take it as rude, I was simply being playful. I would've never beaten someone, though. That is what differs me significantly from them.

I hear my phone buzz and I grab it almost immediately. I got a text from Michael.

He said that he was going to be at my house in 5 minutes, and to be ready.

If this is some sort of joke, I am going to kill someone. I am going to kill him. I don't like being played with, and I don't think I derserve someone to be so rude to me. Well, maybe I do. I did push him the other day, but that is different than the humiliation and mental and emotional hurt you would cause someone by publicly exploting their feelings.

And the fact that they were gay.

I have tried so hard to convince people that I was straight, I sometimes almost believed that being gay was a phase. But I know somewhere in the sane state of mind I used to have that you're born gay or bisexual or transgender, et cetera.

And I am becoming the Gahndi of the 21st century.

I hear a knock on the door, and I silently thank God that my mother wasn't home. I run over to the door, then stop right before opening it. I prepare myself for heartbreak, for something to be thrown in my face or a video camera and a hysterical Michael.

I open it slowly and see Michael standing there. I look around him, he was alone. I did not see any camera, and I smile. I move aside and he steps inside. "You live in a small area." He points out, looking around the small flat I have lived in for most of my life.

"It's comfortable." I respond.

"Can we go to your bedroom?" He asks me.

Dirty thoughts fill my head right away, though they shouldn't.

"You were my first kiss." Michael told me as I opened my bedroom door. I step in and he follows me.

I sit down on the bed, and he isn't reaching for anything; nor is he holding anything. "Why did you kiss me, Michael? In all honesty." I asked him, staring directly into his eyes.

He just shrugs and sits down on the bed next to me. "I wanted to, I guess." He whispers.

He was staring at the ground and I didn't know what to say.

He was using me, he was trying to manipulate me somehow. "Well, that means nothing to me, Michael. No more of this. No more of you giving me mixed messages about this." I tell him.

"How is it mixed messages if you aren't gay? You would be appalled if you were straight, you would tell me to leave you alone. Why aren't you doing so?" Michael asked me, a smile on his face; as if he had won something.

"That's not what I meant." I tried saving myself.

Michael stands up from my bed and says, "It's okay, Luke. Trust me, I am not going to hurt you in any way. You can trust me."

I gulp, my throat raw from crying. I stare up at him, and he looks almost sincere. "I can't, Michael."

"Just trust me." He whispers, leaning down and putting his hand on my shoulder. He kisses me again, this time rougher. He pulls away too soon. "Be my boyfriend, Luke. I won't be afraid to show it at school. I promise."

"Okay." I said.

Should I regret it? Should I sent him away? He smiles, and kisses me on the cheek. "I will see you tomorrow." He says before he turns around and leaves my bedroom. He is such a romantic.