Punk, more or less

The sad sad look that your wear so well

Luke pov

I walked into school with my black skinnies and band shirt on, I spotted Michael in the hall and I instantly felt a pang in my heart. Michael and I has split ways on our way to school since we couldn't be seen walking up together.

I sighed as I walked over to him, pushing past him and making him drop his books, he looked up at me, that hurt look on his face that I couldn't handle anymore. I couldn't ignore how that sad face was the face of the guy that sucked me off this morning as we showered together, the guy I sucked off last night after he watched me pleasure myself. The sad green eyes that belonged to the guy I'd fallen head over heels for on tumblr.

"Get out my way Clifford!" I snarl at him, turning away and looking anywhere but at his face.

Fucking hell, how am I supposed to keep this up if he's going to look at me like that every time :S

During lunch, I spill my drink on him, during maths class I pull his chair out from under him, during science I keep flicking his ear, this is all the things I used to do, all the things I can't stop doing now. Only now, now I feel worse than I normally did, now it's the boy I like that I'm doing this to.

"Come on Luke let's go find Clifford!" Brady says (whehehe yeah I made one of the bad guys Brady).

I really didn't want to but Brady spotted Michael already, how could you miss my colorful haired lover.

"Clifford!" I called out to him, he didn't turn around, but he never did. I looked over at the guys I called my friends, they eyed me suspiciously so I jogged over to Michael and kicked the back of his shin, making him fall over.

"Sorry Michael." I whisper before standing up and after taking a deep breath, I kicked him. I knew the guys noticed my hesitation, I knew they'd know so I gave Michael the daily beating, whispering how sorry I was at every touch.

When I got home I got a rant from my mom about lying to her, but I told her I needed to change and go somewhere. So I pulled on a little beige skirt with a white longsleeve that says 'Fabu-louis' because 1DAF! Then I changed my boxers for white panties, pulled on grey sweats and a black sweater, I just put my vans back on, running out of the house and getting on my bike. I rode to Michael's house, willing myself not to cry. It didn't take long for the door to open when I knocked, Ashton looking at me with wide eyes.

"Where's Michael?" I ask him, my voice shaky and cracking.

"Inside." Ashton mutters, moving out of my way so I could get in. Michael was lying down on the couch, the bruises on his back on full display. I walked over slowly, sitting down next to him and I started kissing all the newly showing bruises, he bruised too quickly.

"I'm so sorry Mickey." I muttered after he rolled over and I kissed up and down his chest.

"It's ok Kitten, come on, hug me." He says, I shake my head at him, so he quirked his eyesbrow up at me. I pulled my sweater off and then pulled the sweats down. Michael smiled as he saw the skirt and when I sat down next to him he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap.

"I can't do this Michael, fuck that sad look in your eyes, I just... I can't." I whisper to him, nuzzling my face in his neck.

"Then don't, I only agreed to let you do this for your reputation. You don't need to do it, you should do what you feel good doing." Michael tells me, I sigh and nod.

"I can't stay for long, I need to think a few things over, I just wanted to come see you." I tell him, he nods slowly.

"Kiss?" He asks me. I look up at him, he presses his lips against mine. The feeling of ballerina's in my stomach is back as his soft plump lips press again mine, damn I'm jealous of his lips. I wish my lips were that plump and soft and pink!

"So ehm, are you coming over tomorrow?" he asks me, it was Friday so, why not?

"Sure, I can have like one of my brother's drop me off here, after I get changed or something." I tell him, he nods.

"Maybe you could stay the night again?" He asks, his eyes big and hopeful.

"I'll ask my mom." I reply, he nods and then helps me back into my sweats.

He walked to the door with me, but before pulling it open he pushes me up against it, pressing his lips against mine. A could hear myself whimper as his fingers slid under my top and onto my back.

"Goodnight Kitten." Michael whispers, his lips still touching mine.

"Goodnight my Lion." I whisper back, then he stepped away from me and let me leave without another word.

AN/ So Luke has some things he wants to think about, what do you think he's going to think about?