For hemmingsirwie :)
OKAY THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT SO YOU BETTER READ THIS. Max (iCheeseYou), Kat, (hemmingsirwie), and I have a band. We need a drummer, and possibly another guitarist (we only want another guitarist if you're, like, really fucking good at playing the guitar). If you'd like to audition to be in our band, pm one of us. We'd like someone between the ages of fourteen and nineteen, and it doesn't matter where you live. I know that sounds confusing, but we'll explain it and how you can audition if you pm us.
Michael clutches his books to his chest so hard that he can't breathe properly, but he doesn't care.
He's using his books as a sort of defense against the guys who always bully him, because, once, one of them punched him in the chest, right over his heart, and then Michael couldn't breathe at all.
When they realized what they'd done, the boys rushed him to the nurse, but they just said Michael ran into a locker, and the galaxy haired boy didn't argue or contradict them. He couldn't even talk, since his heart didn't want to work.
That was the first time he was rushed to the hospital.
Since then, he's been to the hospital four times, and he even knows some of the nurses on a first name basis.
It's always the boys who cause him to need to go to the hospital, but only him and the boys know that. And Luke.
He's hated at school, because people think he's an attention seeker. They think he purposely hurts himself so he can go to the emergency room.
Why the fuck would he slam his finger in a locker, causing it to break, just for attention?
So, now, every day (though it's no use) he holds his books tightly to his chest as a feeble defense.
His eyes widen when he realizes that the halls have cleared, but he doesn't dare look up from his black Vans.
"Hey, Clifford!" Brandon calls, and Michael flinches. He stops walking, but still doesn't look up.
"Is your eye okay?" Ace asks. His voice comes from behind Michael. "Sorry for scratching your cornea." The galaxy haired boy almost laughs at that. The boys always apologize for what they do, yet they never stop hurting him.
His most recent visit to the hospital was because Ace punched him in the eye, and his knuckle had punctured Michael's eye.
Now a small part of his right eye is a lighter shade of green than the rest of his eye. It's just a tiny scratch, but to the pale boy it's a terrible reminder.
"He said he was sorry," Jamie says, his voice right beside Michael.
Suddenly, someone grabs his hair - probably Jamie - and forces him down to his knees.
He finally looks up with startled eyes and sees that it is, in fact, Jamie.
"Come on, you little cockslut," Jamie says, thrusting towards Michael's face. "I know you want me."
"Stop!" someone says, and Michael immediately knows who it is, but his voice has never been filled with so much desperation before. It also held power that makes the pale boy shiver.
And then Jamie is letting go of Michael, and a hand is grabbing the small boy's arm and pulling him up.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Brandon asks.
Luke freezes, his hold still on Michael. He's never protected the boy before, at least, not in front of people.
The two have a very odd relationship. They're actually really close friends, and they got to be that way because their mums hang out a lot, and when they were younger, they'd have play dates. But, when they got into high school, Luke turned into a rude bitch, and Michael remained his quiet self, watching with wide eyes as Luke cursed and spat at people. He never once hit anyone, though.
