Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 12

Karma.

You know the whole 'what goes around comes back around' saying?

I have a feeling I am experiencing it. When I told Ashton and Calum what Michael had done, they were pissed. But Michael turned it around. I wasn't sure how, but everyone still hated me and loved Michael.

They were laughing about how I kissed him or whatever, and made him puke. I wasn't sure how he made everyone believe it.

It had been a few days since I punched him. I didn't tell my mother about it, nor did I get in trouble for it. It was Sunday, and my Mum was at church. Personally, I was atheist. Not that she cared, as long as I was a good person. But I am becoming worse.

It wasn't even noon yet, but I was slowly eating the sandwich I had made for lunch. It was dry, but I didn't care too much. I wasn't eating a lot the past couple days anyway.

I take a sip of my warm water, and force it down. I have been waiting my beating. The three of them promised me Friday afternoon that they would come for me this weekend. That is if I left my house.

I shouldn't have punched Michael. Maybe I deserve whatever I got coming to me.

But what I did do, I put down my half-eaten sandwich and looked down at my body. I was wearing an All Time Low shirt, with some black skinny jeans on. I get up from my chair and go into my room. I take off my shirt, and replace it with a plain grey shirt. If I was to get beat, I'd rather it not be my band shirt. 

I put on my sneakers and go outside.

I don't even know if they were there. But I felt guilty. If me getting beat was the only way to get rid of it then I was fine with it. I should have just kept quiet. Never talked to Michael. Continued to pick apart my pizza. I just shouldn't have done anything.

But I was stupid, and I did some stupid things that I regret. I have been violent, rude, and attempting to turn Michael's friends against him.

And to me, I seemed like an unsuccessful version of what Michael did.

I open the front doors that led to the apartments. I looked around, and the streets were just about empty. But just about everyone who lives around me was religious and they were at church. I saw a couple people roaming the streets, and I didn't care if I sounded crazy.

"Ashton! Calum!" I screamed. I hesitated before yelling Michael's name. I stood there for a couple minutes, just repeating their names over and over - which earned me quite a few odd stares.

"We are not fighting here." I heard from behind me and I turned around and saw the three of them.

"Then where?" I asked.

"Your apartment. Nobody will see us there." Calum replied.

I just nod and go past them, my chest heavy and every inch of my body was tense. But I deserved this.

We go upstairs, and I open my apartment door. They step in and close the door behind me. "You're brave. Coming outside facing a beating and all." Ashton tells me. "But we're not going to beat you."

I turn to face them, confused. "What?" I ask.

"How pathetic is it getting? Beating you all the time. It gets tiring." Michael responds.

I just continue to stare at the three of them.

"Stop fucking staring, gay boy." Calum snaps.

"Michael explained to us about you kissing him and shit and it is not right. So we have an offer. You go back to being quiet, being the worthless person you are, and we leave you alone. Or, we go back to how we were a couple weeks ago." Calum explains.

"I am going to guess that I have no choice in this decision." I reply.

"Not very much, no. Not unless you'd like the beating." Calum says.

"Then do it. I'm not going back to being the loner, the kid everybody hates. Michael kissed me. I wasn't even expecting it. When he asked me out I thought it was genuine because of that fact. Don't believe me, what do I have to lose? Michael has everything to lose. You two, girls, popularity. He risks ending up like me. I have no reason to lie about this, he does." I tell them the truth. I want something to happen from this. I want to be even. I do not even care what will happen to me as some form of consequence.

"You're such a dirty liar." Michael accuses, but he also seems worried. I just smile.

"Leave my house you three." I order.

They just stare at me. "I'm going to do something." Michael reassures them.

Ashton and Calum turn to leave.

"You can't just leave it?" Michael barks.

"Leave." I order.

"I need to hide it." Michael whispers under his breath.

"Hide the fact that you are gay? Trust me, it gets easier in time." I shrug. "Hungry?"

"A bit." He replies.

Michael and I were being casual, but that was because they were gone. He still had a bruise from where I punched him but we were completely chill. Hopefully.

"What would you like?" I ask.

"Nothing right now." He responds.

I once again shrug and sit down on the couch. He sits down next to me. "Are you not going to beat me up or nothing?" I ask.

He just shakes his head. "I don't want to. But I may need to give you a bruise to make this believable." He frowns.

"Then do it and leave already." I respond, rolling my eyes. Instead, he leans over and kisses my cheek. "What are you doing?" I ask.

"I don't want... I, I just want something. Like some form of love. I kept thinking about you and how much I hated you, but I think it was just that I hated myself in a sense. You know?" He tries explaining.

I shove him away and say, "Then tomorrow at school you'll go around telling everybody how much you hate me and gave me that bruise."

"I wanna keep this a secret. I don't want to be bullied and alone. We can be together, just we need to pretend to hate each other." He tells me, lightly grabbing my hand.

"I don't trust you."

"I wouldn't either if I were in your position, but please give me a chance Luke." Michael begs.

"You're going to hurt me." I reply.

"Love isn't about perfection. It is about the amount of shit you can put up with, but loving the other person for it anyway. It is about hurt. It is never going to be perfect between you and me, but we can make our own perfect. Define it the way we want to." He whispers, looking away from me.

I sigh, knowing I am making a mistake. "Just punch me and leave. Come over tomorrow after school, though. My Mum has work at three." I respond.