"Watch where you're going, loser!" I shout at Michael. Does he think he can just shove past me? What the fuck? Then he flipped me off, he's asking to be beaten up. Or over my knee.
"Calm your shit Luke," Jack, my brother, says. "He was just trying to get to his locker." I don't care what he was trying to do he should push past me like that.
"Fuck off Jack!" He turns me toward him with a firm grip on my shoulder.
"I could beat your ass right now in front of him if I wanted to, don't talk to me like that."
I know he could, "Fine, sorry."
I went over to my gym locker where Calum Hood, that smart chill kid in my math class, was changing.
"Sup."
"Hey." He answers back.
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FanfictionMichael Clifford: The punk rock loner. Luke Hemmings: The popular jock. Ashton Irwin: The cool musician. Calum Hood: The shy nerd. Softpunk!Michael Dom!Luke Photos above the chapters are how they look!
