Vinyl //Muke

Pretty Little Flower.

Luke pov.

"So we meet again"

"Yea I guess so" I stated and huddled to myself in ny desk, not really wanting to associate with anyone. I just wanna turn in this book report and be done with this class.

As soon as Mrs. Blackwood sat us all in our new seats, she made us pass our reports up. I can definitely say that as soon as that those horrid pieces of paper left my hand I sighed a sigh of relief. Never in my life have I been this worried about getting a good grade. Getting good grades just came naturally for me. Like the work is never that hard and the tests seem to be easier than the actual classwork.

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"Are you gonna follow me here everyday now or?" I stopped at the front door of the shop and turned towards the boy. He was wearing his usual all black attire and his unnatural colored hair was sticking in all directions. He had a smug look upon his face that really made me just wanna slap it off. Why was he following me? Was he doing this so he could find the right time to pick on me? To hurt me like those other people just for the fun of it?

I flinched, thinking about all those times I was slammed into a locker because I was wearing my favorite pink sweater or thrown to the ground and being called a fag because I painted my nails the colors of cotton candy.

I looked up at Michael and he had a look of concern on his face but I quickly brushed it off and walked into the shop, throwing my stuff down in its usual spot.

"Why do I have a feeling that you think I'm gonna hurt you?"

"Because thats what most people do when they come anywhere near me. Im just glad I made it this far with you" I sighed and looked down at the note that was sitting on the counter.

Lukey,
Not coming in today. Gotta take care of lilly. Amber might be coming in. If not I'll pay you extra for taking my spot. Thank you. Xoxo
-Reagan

Nodding to myself I took the note in my hand and threw it away in the trashcan next to the counter.

"Im not gonna hurt you Luke" he spoke softly, coming up behind me and repositioned the purple flower crown on my head and let his fingers trail down the neck.

Breathing in, I took a deep breath and turned my head slightly.

"Why?"

"Why?" He questioned

"Yea why? What makes you any different from all those other people Mikey?" I asked and he took a sharp breath. I watched over my shoulder as he closed his eyes but then slowly opened them.

"Because why would I wanna hurt something so beautiful. Your like a flower. Your gorgeous and perfect in your own way. I like that"

"People kill flowers" I whispered.

"Im not gonna kill you. Your my pretty little flower that I will protect with my life" and with that he was gone.