One Against Three (Cake, Lashton, Muke AU)

Chapter 1

A/N: woop chapter one! honestly I don't really know how this story is going to go but I'll just wing it :D oh and sorry if this first chapter is a little boring sorry ):

btw Luke will just look like Luke hehe

Edited as of 7/6/15.

5/13/15

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Another school means another chance at leaving the loser club. I'm that kind of person you would find in the corner of a room with a my nose stuffed in a book. I thought the bruises on my arm and face that the jocks gave me would make me look more manly or threatening to others. Boy, was I wrong.

This year would be my 3rd move. My parents know I'm unhappy. I hate the way I turned out to be such an awful human being. I know my parents will always love me and I know they try to make my happy, I loved them for that, so we continued to move until we finally found a place where we were actually okay with.

Today, after a week of time consuming unpacking and getting settled in, tomorrow would be my first day of school. My fingers, toes, arms, and feet are crossed for the friendly and accepting people my parents always told me about.

All though I wouldn't call myself a nerd, I admit I do have the features as one. I always tend to wear as much sweaters as possible, and not to mention the thick windows that sit upon my face. And I wouldn't dare to say that I have every Harry Potter collectors edition novels with bonus material inside and are in perfect condition. You would think this is the reason I'm teased and pushed around like a rag doll. Sadly, no.

It's not why I'm so vulnerable and weak to everyone. It's because I'm gay and I'll say it loud and proud.

But I regret being so open and I know I shouldn't. Were in the year 2015 and people still think gay is not okay. Being Christian, I went to schools that my religion would accept students.

I always thought my sexuality had to do with nothing of what defines who I am. I thought I could be free and happy of myself, until high school.

Of course, my parents were overwhelmingly welcoming and supportive- they even encouraged me to be who I was. I couldn't ask for better

But some people in this world are openly assholes. Being called a "fag," and "cock sucker" everyday my whole freshmen year of high school really didn't help me with my self-esteem. When I came out to my parents, I also told them about the people at my school. How they called me such horrible names and how I came home every week with bruises on my face and I would make up excuses. And that's when we first moved.

The second school wasn't as bad as the first. I went in the closet for most of the year and I was happy. Until some jocks found me checking one of their friends out and that's when the nickname "Luke the gaybaby" started. It wasn't even clever but by that end of the week my friends have left me and I did too.

It's now my 3rd school and my senior year and I can't wait to kick some ass. Hopefully, I can find a boyfriend and finally be happy with myself.

"Lucas!"

I rolled my eyes at my mum. "Mum, I go by Luke now remember?" I whined at my mother.

"Oh hush, Lucas. I need you to run down to the store and pick up some milk." I groaned internally.

I then drastically sighed for a long period of time. "1% or 2%?" I raised my eyebrow at her.

"Don't sass me boy! Now go on!" She glared at me. I huffed and quickly ran upstairs putting on a comfortable sweater and as fast as I could inserted my new contacts in my eyes. I then grabbed the car keys and went to the store to get one carton of fucking priceless milk.