Opposites Attract. || Muke Clemmings

Chapter 3

[Michael's POV]

When Luke left, I waved Goodbye and watched him get into his mum's car from the window, playing with my eyebrow ring. 

Once he was gone, my sister walked in and raised an eyebrow at me, seeing I was alone ans she asked in relief, "Is the drag queen gone now?"

"Don't call him that." I huffed, shoving past the brat and made my way into the kitchen, and starting helping my mum cook.

It's hell living with all these people.

My mum said as we cooked, "I saw the Luke guy. He seems like a strange kid, I don't like you hanging out with him. He might corrupt you. You're already making bad decisions, Michael. And, I'm trying to be supportive, but once the projects over, I'd rather you not talk to that... boy."

I looked at her in disbelief and disgust. She had no right to talk about him without knowing what he's truly like. I like Luke, hell, I've been crushing on him for a couple weeks now. I don't care if he likes wearing dressed or whatever, he's just expressing himself.

"Mum, that's rude!" I exclaimed,  "Clothes were made for people, not genders. It shouldn't matter if he wears a skirt or some makeup. I wear eyeliner, I dye my hair, does that make me a 'strange kid'?"

She was silent for a moment, then said in exasperation, "Its not natural. He was born a boy, and I would rather a person dress how they're supposed to."

"Do I dress how I'm supposed to? Cause I didn't realize there's a damn manual on how to dress a certain way," I argued, grabbing my phone and ignored her when she yelled at me to get back here. I ran to my room, and slammed the door shut, locking it. Finally, I laid down and listened to " A Match into water" by Pierce the Veil.

My mom is an idiot and sometimes I despise her, even if I love her. It took her 3 years to get over the way I dress and she still is hesitant about it. She's embarrassed to walk with me outside and is always overly happy when we go to Florida, because I have to wear less black due to the heat, and take out my piercings when we swim.

I just want to be accepted, maybe that's why I'm drawn to Luke, because he understands how it feels to not be liked by people just cause you don't act and dress how you're "supposed to" and we can relate to each other.

We can be there for eachother.

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At school the next day, I went to my locker and a few guys were snickering at me, calling me emo, saying how I wear eyeliner like a girl. It didn't bother me, I'm proud of being gay and the decisions I make.

When I got to English, I took my seat at my desk, and school began once the bell rung. It was boring like usual, so I doodled in my notebook. I drew a shark, a flower, and a couple stick figures here and there.

However, my teacher started talking, "Now, let's get you paired up to work on the worksheet. Instead of shoulder partners, turn around and work with the person behind you so we can switch it up a bit."

I groaned, because I sit in front of this nerd who usually does everything for me because he's so intimated by my looks. Which he should me, cause I'd kick anyone's ass if they messed with me or anyone I care about. Trust me, it's happened before.

I turned around and glared when seeing my worst enemy. I hate him so much, hes such a dirtbag just because I stole his "bad-boy rep" and now girls are after me. I could care less, because I don't even like girls.

"Are you gonna stare at me or are we gonna get to work?" Calum asked, smirking at me with that smug expression in his eyes.

I ignored him, not even doing my work like usual. I just had to pass the tests and that gets me to pass the class, since the percentage of tests/quizzes took over mos t of the grades. School sucks and is unnecessary.