Bullied By Michael Clifford - Muke

The Science Club

Luke's POV

The next day at school, I met Calum near the art blocks. He seemed really chirpy and I was glad for that, but he almost seemed too giddy. However, I realised I was acting too suspicious so I decided to let it drop. People just had good days and bad days, and Calum was practically the definition of that fact. His mood swings were almost too much to handle

It was my first time in Art and our teacher was called Mrs Henderson. She was very strict, but fairly nice and welcomed me to the class. The pupils all began rushing to the best seats with the friends but Mrs Henderson rolled her eyes at me and told the class she had created a seating plan for this term as last time they abused the privilege of sitting wherever they felt fit.

The tables were in twos, and she had told me she hadn't included me as she'd made the plan before she realised I was attending her class, so she seated me right at the back by myself. I enjoyed that, actually, because it meant I could complete work without being distracted. I actually really liked art. I wasn't the greatest artist, but I felt like drawing and painting was relaxing and I did it often when I felt down or stressed.

Mrs Henderson was just starting the lesson when a certain red head entered the room. He wore skinny black jeans like always and a dark grey band shirt. His eyebrow piercing was in as always, and his hair was its usual shaggy mess. He didn't notice me at first; he was panting.

"Michael, you are supposed to be with Mr Davies in room four," Mrs Henderson told him sternly. Weird how every teacher seemed to know him. I shouldn't be surprised though, because Michael was a troublemaker and a serious jerk, despite him beginning to warm up to me. Well, at least that's what I thought. He was probably regretting that right now, though.

Michael shook his head and grinned. "Nope, Mr Davies kicked me out for drawing a lovely image on one of the school tables the other day, so the principle sent me to this class instead." I could imagine what kind of images Michael had drawn.

"Right." Mrs Henderson sighed and pointed towards me. My heart stopped beating and my stomach flipped. "You'd better sit next to Luke, seeing as there's no more chairs. I don't want to hear a peep out of you, or you'll fail the course entirely."

Michael rolled his eyes and ambled towards me. He dropped his bag on the hardwood floor and collapsed into the chair, but he ignored my presence. I wondered why he wasn't kicking my leg under the desk or something, but he was silent for most of the lesson. I couldn't concentrate properly. I just kept thinking about what he was thinking about. It sounded so dumb. I didn't like him, but I couldn't deny my fascination with him. Maybe I was just being curious, as always. I didn't know.

We were made to draw a picture of our partners next to us and then paint it in pop-art style. I seriously didn't want to do the task, but like the goodie two shoes I was, I knew I was going to do it anyway, so I grasped my pencil and began skeching.

Michael sat there for about ten minutes before sighing and picking up his pencil, crouching over and beginning to draw. He had his arm wrapped around his paper so I couldn't peek at what he was doing. He was drawing me, so you can't blame me for wanting to see. I had forgotten about my own sketch though, so I decided to give up and continue my own drawings.

"Right, your time is up!" Mrs Henderson bellowed. I had finished my painting. I was actually quite proud of myself. I had drawn Michael standing there with his hands in his pockets. His red hair was falling into his bright green eyes and he was wearing the outfit I first saw him in. I noticed Michael's eyes trail towards my work, before flickering back to his concealed piece.

"Please swap your work with your partners and write a What Went Well sentence and an Improvement comment." Mrs Henderson ordered, glaring at Michael who was glowering at her, obviously not wanting to show me.