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Tattoos: Chapter One

So I said I wasn't gonna start this story until my other one was done, but my friend Emily is too excited so I just kinda said oh well let's go. Enjoy! Love ya Emmy!

Michael's P.O.V

I was walking down the halls of my school, heading to my locker. My best and only friend, Calum, was sick and couldn't come to school, leaving me all alone. I didn't have a lot of friends because, well, I didn't talk much.

"Hey, freak! Where do you think you're going?" A voice said. I soon recognized the voice as Conner. A wave of fear blasted through me.

"I'm just g-going to my locker. P-please don't hurt me." I whispered. Conner chuckled.

"Awe! How cute! Take him to the bathroom, boys. I'll meet you there." Soon, Conner's gang lifted me up and carried me to the boys' bathroom, no matter how much I squirmed.

I was thrown on the floor against the wall, scraping my knees in the process. I scooted back against the wall, scared. Soon, Conner walked in and I looked up at him with big, fearful eyes.

I shrieked in pain when he kicked me, again and again. Soon, his gang joined in and linked me, kicked me, everything. My vision was fading, tears were streaming down my face, my mouth tasted like blood. I'm done for.

'Please let me live please let me live please let me live!' I thought.

They took a step back, looking at their work. Conner smirked and spit on me, and crouched down so he could whisper in my ear.

"Good luck getting to class, fag. Maybe you might just die here. It'd do everyone a favor. You're nothing but a fucking waste, you'll never be loved by anyone." (Guys this is killing me)

I knew he was right. He always was.

Conner and his gang left me there, hurt, crying, cold, and trembling. They hurt my legs and arms really bad. I'm not getting up anytime soon.

In an hour's time, I had managed to sit up. I coughed up a little blood, but at least I'm sitting up. I leaned my head against the wall, and cried. The pain I was feeling and the impact of Conner's words were awful.

Soon, the door opened, revealing a tall blonde boy. His arms were covered in tattoos and he had a lip and eyebrow piercing. I've seen him before, he's in all of my classes. The teachers only call him Mr. Hemmings. Luke Hemmings. I've been crushing on him for forever, but he'd never know. He doesn't care about me. He's always late and never pays attention, giving him bad grades.

The boy gasped and walked over to me. He crouched down to me and lightly touched my face, making me hiss in pain.

"What the fuck happened to you?" He asked.

"C-Conner. His friends. H-hit, kicked, p-punched me, everywhere. Hurts." I mumbled. The boy sighed angrily and scooped me up in his arms, and I got a good view of his many tattoos. One was of a school desk with a chain attached to the leg with a heavy ball attached to the chain. Creative.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He whispered, putting me down on the sink counter. He got a paper towel and wet it. He moved back to me and put it on my lip, which was busted. I winced in pain.

"Sorry." He whispered. His voice was soft. deep. A little rough, but caring. I really liked his frost blue eyes. They were calming. Everything about him screams calm.

Once he was finished wiping the blood off of me, he took me in his arms again.

"I'm gonna take you back to my place to rest. We need to get you out of here." He said. I nodded weakly.

"Oh, and what's your name?" He asked, carrying me down the hall.

"M-Michael." I whispered. He nodded.

"I'm Luke. Nice to meet you." He said. I already knew his name. We walked out of the school door and Luke began walking in a different direction. Soon, we were at an old looking house in the middle of nowhere.

"I live alone, in case you're wondering." Luke said. I nodded and snuggled into his chest, loving his warmth. Luke walked in and set me down on a couch. He went into his kitchen and came back with an ice pack and put it on my leg, the right one, which was bruised badly.

"Get some sleep. You need it." Luke said.

I nodded and leaned back against the couch, closing my eyes.

Right before I drifted off, I heard Luke whisper something, along with a kiss to my forehead.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'll take care of you, Mikey."

Heyyyy

The end of the chapter was rushed, sorry. I'm about to go somewhere.

I hope you enjoyed!

Love,
Audrey 8========D

P.s that's how Luke looks in the story, but he has blonde hair.