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I Hate You ~K

Took the idea from Tumblr so credit to whoever made it up (((:

Michael's POV

I plopped down with my tray next to Calum. The cafeteria quickly filled with a mixture of loud teenagers moaning about the mounds of homework they've been assigned.

But I wasn't worried about that, because I'm not going to do it anyways.

"Bro, I think this is alive." Calum squeaked, poking at a mound of white smush with his fork. I crinkled my nose at the tray in front of me, pushing it as far away as possible.

"You'd think they would care enough to at least give us edible food. Since poisoning people is against the law and all." Calum sighed, resting his chin in his hand. I shrugged and took out my headphones, shoving one into an ear.

I leaned back into the chair, casually scanning the cafeteria and attempting to stay awake. I couldn't help that I had an addiction to video games and stayed up all night playing. Or the fact that I hated school and practically everyone in it.

It didn't take much to piss me off. I've never been to eager to share my entire day with a bunch of whining assholes. As long as I was left alone, though, it wasn't totally awful.

In all honestly, there was only one person I absolutely loathed.

Sure the guy was attractive. I mean, who wouldn't enjoy his bright blue eyes and always perfect hair. Dazzling smile, great fashion taste, long legs.....

But that didn't matter because this person happened to be the most annoying, arrogant guy on the entire planet. He spoke as if everyone was in love with him and he knew it. I refused to conform to such bullshit.

Someone suddenly burst through the doors of the room, laughing obnoxiously loud.

Speak of the devil....

"Luke! Over here!" Shouted some girl behind me. Fantastic, now he's going to pass right by our table.

I whipped around and glared at the make up plastered girl, but unfortunately she didn't see.

I froze when I heard the all too familiar foot steps approaching. Calum was nearly falling out of his chair as Luke got to our table. "Hey, Hemmings." He called. I mentally reminded myself to throw him off a bridge later.

Calum, like everyone else in the hell hole, had fallen under the blondie's spell. Why couldn't anyone else see that he was so full of himself? Why did everyone worship him just because he was attractive?

"Hey Calum." Luke smiled, making my best friend almost start crying. I cringed to myself; even his voice was perfect. "Hey Michael."

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to look up.

"Oo. Someone's in a bad mood today."

"Thanks to you." I muttered, clicking my music volume up all the way.

"You know what? One day I'll get you to like me." Luke smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Oh shut up, Luke."

The blonde laughed, a sound composed by the Angels themselves. He didn't say anything else before walking away towards his little group of fakes.

All the muscles in my back unclenched, while the breath I seemed to be holding released.

"Dude, I don't get why you hate him so much." Calum said, shaking his head at me. I didn't say anything so he continued. "Are you gonna sit there and tell me you wouldn't do him if you had the chance?"