When You're Fanboy Af (Muke)

0.5 - Lucky Star

*Michael*

My hand slapped into my face as I awaited a new morning. Monday morning to be precise. Nearly an entire week since the school went to shit. In that time, I haven't even dared to message Luke, because apparently he has a new phone and hasn't told me, and I haven't seen him in a single class because his grades have dropped considerably or something and he's been put in the lower classes. Sucks ass.

Today I chose to wear a red sweater. It was all fluffy but it was thin at the same time and really cuddly and cute and I loved it. I shoved it on as well as the same old skinny jeans I wore last friday. I tried to admire myself in the mirror quickly before turning my head and walking out the door, swinging my bag over my shoulders. It was one of those checkered bags that everyone seemed to have. To be fair they were over-rated but again they were damn useful so fuck the haters.

Surprisingly, Saraj was up (for the record, Sarah is my step mother. She was with my Dad when I first met him, so I've pretty much known her the entire time I've known my Dad), so I said good morning to her with a grunt since I was pretty fecking tired and walked over to school.

In the past week, I've pretty much done shit all. I just haven't had any motivation and it's quite crushing when you just start to eat food because you're bored. I honestly felt like skipping school on friday as I was just really ill and fed up, but alas I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm such a wuss.

Rebecca seems to be quite the celebrity around school recently, and Kat has been getting a lot of unwanted attention from boys for some reason. Meanwhile Michael's been copying my style and I hear him often practicing for the talent show that the new student council have decided to construct. Becca asked for my help but I declined, not really knowing how I could possibly help. Whilst everything was going on around me, I've pretty much only had Calum for company this entire time. I promised him I'd go watch The Walking Dead with him but I don't wanna leave the house, so I think he's gonna just come home with me at some point. Hopefully anyways, as I don't feel like walking anywhere.

Luke however. Well. He's different alright. Thursday I saw him with the 'popular' kids, and he has barely given me a slight bit of attention besides an occasional stare, but when I stare back, he finds a way to make it look as though I wasn't what he was looking at. Three times he's done that, and it's making me feel uncomfortable. Those blue eyes keep locking themselves onto mine and ugh they're so annoying but yet so God like. I'm trying to resist the temptation to walk up to him and hug him, but then I remembered that even before I 'wished' for him we never had any form of physical contact, not even hugs unless I forced him to hug me... or that time I sort of held his hand in his sleep. Alongside his new sporting team and friends, his attitude seems to have changed somewhat.

From dorky, ordinary Luke, came something unexpected. Something just erupted inside of him, and it wasn't my dick. It was like a new personality had just been created for him. I see him sometimes, barging into people now as if he owns the place whereas before he was careful, kind and considerate. Good boy went bad. Not only that but I swear I saw him push someone over, and I think he's been doing that thing where you force nerds like myself to do their homework.

Walking into school felt like I was walking through vines. By the time I got there, the jocks were already stretched across the entrance, along with Luke at the far end who I glanced at before he turned his own eyes away from me and upwards towards the sky. They were all laughing at something, that I had to just dodge my way through all the people. Idiots.

I was then prepared to walk over to the diner when I felt a hand grasp onto mine, pulling me back for a moment. I turned around to face Luke, and let out a small gasp - shit on a brick.