Lips Of An Angel (Muke/Cashton)

Ch. 3 - Danger Zone

"You're late!" Luke points out as Michael walks towards him, school bag swung over one shoulder.

"No, I'm not! We haven't been let in yet" Michael says with a smirk, pointing to a group of students waiting at the classroom door.

"Not to maths!" Luke says through gritted teeth as Michael jumps up onto the port rack to sit on it, "To school".

"I'm not that late" Michael shrugs his shoulders, pulling a Kit-Kat out of his school bag and opening it.

"You missed all of first period" Luke frowns, watching Michael take a bite of the chocolate, "Calum said you missed a test in Science".

"I wasn't feeling to good" Michael lies, not wanting to tell Luke that he was actually in an alleyway near the school getting high.

"Oh" Luke says in surprise, "I'm sorry, are you feeling better?".

"Peachy" Michael says sarcastically, taking another bite of his Kit-Kat. Luke frowns at his ex-boyfriend in concern, but doesn't say anything else.

"Oh, there's Mike the druggie!" one of the class jerks- Brad- jokes as he and his minions walk up to Luke & Michael. The mentioned minions laugh at their leaders joke.

"Piss off, dickhead" Michael mutters, throwing the last part of his Kit-Kat in his mouth and scrunching up the wrapper.

"Is that why you ditched English?" Brad continues, "Off getting stoned, were you?".

"What?" Luke asks in confusion, glancing from Brad to Michael.

"I wasn't getting stoned" Michael lies through gritted teeth, trying his hardest not to jump off the port rack and slam his fist into Brads face.

"Then why you got the munchies?" Brad smirk, pointing to the empty wrapper in Michael's hand.

"I skipped breakfast" Michael replies in a calm voice.

"This is stupid" Luke groans, "Michael doesn't do drugs".

"Then why are his eyes all red? Huh?" Brad asks. His minions murmur in agreement. Luke's eyes dart straight towards Michael's.

"Lack of sleep" Michael suggest casually, avoiding eye contact with Luke.

"Michael?" Luke says in a mix of confusion & concern.

"What?" Brad asks, pretending to be shocked, "Your ex doesn't know about your addiction?".

"Michael?!" Luke asks again, starting too sound more and more worried.

"I don't have an addiction" Michael lies, "I don't do drugs".

"Bullshit" Brad spits, pushing against Michael's chest so he bangs his head on the wall behind him.

"Ouch" Michael groans, rubbing the back of his head.

"Bradley!" A teacher shouts as they walk towards them. Michael recognises the voice as Mrs. Crookshanks and is instantly thankful for the quickly approaching fight she just stopped from happening.

"Sorry" Brad says, quickly stepping away from Luke & Michael.

"Michael, off the port rack" Mrs, Crookshanks adds as she reaches them, "How many times do I have to tell you not to sit on them?".

"Sorry, Ms" Michael apologises as he jumps off of the port rack to stand beside Luke, who places a hand on Michael's back as a silent gesture to ask if he's alright. "I'm fine" Michael whispers, giving Luke a fake half-smile.

The teacher unlocks the classroom and let's the class inside. Michael makes his way to his seat in the back corner silently, mentally debating wether or not he should inform Luke that he plans to skip the last period of the day.