When You're Fanboy Af (Muke)

0.7 - Underwear?

I haven't updated in ages so I literally have no idea what's happening in this story anymore. So days and weeks I'm just gonna forget about. I cannot be arsed with keeping up with dates and numbers and shit. haha. 

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*Luke*

Michael. Michael. Michael. Every single day, he's there. I see him walk by me and I feel this uncanny familiarity, but I know we've never talked, except the once. I was an idiot to walk away. He was just so intriguing, fascinating. I don't understand what this feeling is - well it doesn't matter anyways.

Another thing that's been bugging me recently. Rebecca. The football team are doing shit so as student council president she's threatening to give us less funding if we don't get a high ranking in the next games. The entire team is on edge because of her. She's ruthless!

"Ey, Hemmo the Lemmo, that Becca chick talk to you again?" one of my team-mates, Andre, said to me. He was basically a shorter version of myself. 

"I was just thinking about her," I reply, "but nah. I'll have a word with her." I shrug and pull off my top and pants, beginning to search through my clothes for my boxers to change into instead of this jockstrap I was wearing. Unfortunately I couldn't find any. Well shit.

"Hey, who took my underwear?" I yelled, causing a sea of laughter from everyone in the locker room. Damn those guys. I bet it was Joe, he was always doing this to me. 

"You can wear your sweaty shit all day Hemmings," one of them wheezed during their laughing fit. I rolled my eyes and tugged them off, and pulled my pants up. 

"COMMANDO!" everyone shouted, and I half grinned, trying not to take offense to their joke. Now I had to wear skinny jeans without underwear all day. Fan-fucking-tastic. I bet they give my underwear to some random gay dude like last time. Poor kid named Mikaela got the wrath of my sweat last time. They gave him it, ran off, and he nearly fainted. I've no idea if he was swooning or passing out coz of the bad smell. 

"Shut up, you're all nerds," I shout with a small chuckle, trying to grin.

"AYY WE'RE ALL CLIFFORD. WE WATCH ANIME AND CAN DO MATHS!" they screamed. Hah, Michael Clifford. He is a bit of a nerd, I can't deny that. He still likes spiderman I hear.

"Ayy a'right. Whatever mate," I scoff. (Sorry, this is so British).

By the time I've dragged a white sleeveless shirt over my body most of the lads are heading out towards the rest of the school day. I trail behind after a while, about to pull out a wedgie I realise I don't actually have. It's hard to cover because my skinny jeans are gonna droop and there's no underwear line there to cover up my crack when I'm sitting down. God this is the worst possible day of my life. I should bring spare underwear in future. 

"What the heck - wait, doesn't Luke wear this underwear?" I hear from around the corner. I begin to walk in that direction because I heard my name, and put both hands in my pocket so I can look cool and pull my pants up if need be. I turn the corner quickly, only to find Michael walking beside one of his friends. I believe her name was Emma. He notices me immediately and his hands slam to his back and interlock. Wow, talk about a dead giveaway.

"What brings you here Clifford?" I ask, my eyebrows raising. He looks up at me, and then back down to the floor, and Emma looks a little awkward too.

"Just, going to maths," he mumbles, staring at the ground. I chuckle, making his face go bright red. He is so into me. 

"I heard a certain someone knows what underwear I wear," I say with a smirk, my right arm leaning against the wall with countless picture frames trying to showcase the school's facilities or something.

"O-oh, y-you did? Th-that's peculiar," he says, fidgeting with the bracelets on his arms. Wait, where did my underwear go. I'm certain I heard he had it... Yet Emma has this unconvincing smirk that says I've lost this battle. It appears everyone is against me today, yet again. What a let down.

"Hm, alright Clifford. If you insist. You're lucky I like you," I say, not really intending to say the last bit, considering I've only spoke to him once. I don't know though, he is kinda cute. What am I saying?

"Y-yeah," he says. I hear an 'I like you too,' but that's just my imagination playing tricks on me. He moves along first, followed my Emma who locks eye contact with me and chuckles, my skin shivering at the sight of it. It was pretty menacing. Damnit he got away again.

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"You're moving up class, but consider yourself lucky. We chose you because it seems you can't be in the same class as your friends without kicking up a fuss and we cannot put you in a lower class, as it would simply be unfair, so go straight to Mr Lambton's old classroom." Great. This term is gonna be hell. I've been put in the nerd class and I can't even do maths. How the hell am I suppose to survive?

I genuinely struggled figuring out which room I was supposed to be in, because I was expecting a man in the class, but the class had been taken over by a woman called Miss Duffy. Took me about 5 minutes. Oh and what a surprise, Michael's in this class too.

"Oh, hello Luke, could you sit at the back table please?" she says as soon as I enter the class. I can see they're already involved in some ridiculous equation (x² + 4x -2=0). I figured also that my seat was next to the one and only, so I felt like everyone was judging me when I sat next to nerd number 1. Football freak sits next to smart kid. That'll probably be in the fucking school newsletter. 

"I don't get it," I say with a chuckle as I sit down. He was scribbling stuff on the whiteboard he had but I couldn't really make sense of it. Then he started punching things into a calculator. I was being ignored. The other people on the table were all trying to look away and work the questions out. Eventually, all 5 held up their boards and the teacher nodded and smiled while she gave time for other students to catch up. Great, I've also been put on the smart table. 

"You got to the quadratic equation. It's impossible to factorize otherwise. It's on the sheet in front of you - just substitute the numbers. It isn't difficult," he muttered, resting his head into the palm of his hand. 

"Alright, let me try," I say confidently, reaching forward to grab a whiteboard and pen from the middle of the table. I hear a quiet chuckle coming from Michael and quickly snap my head round to see what he's laughing at. He's staring at my butt. Oh shit.

"You're not wearing-" he begins before I cut him off with a loud shush.

"Nobody has to know, they got taken from me," I mutter. I can feel all the blood rushing to my face. 

"Oh, so that's what that was," he said quietly, probably not expecting me to hear. I ignore him and try to do the question. 

"So what's a, b and c?" I ask, my face still red with embarrassment. 

"Jesus christ Luke, this is middle school shit. We're literally just revising for a test," he scolds, and I shrug innocently.

"A is the number before x². In this case, the number is one, because there's one x². B is the number before x², so 4. And C is the number, so -2," he says. I kind of understand, so I fill it all out on a calculator once, and write the answer on the board.

"Great, now go back and change that plus to a minus and do it again," he says pointing to the plus that came first. I do as instructed and get another answer.

"So, x equals this and this?" I ask. He nods. 

"Easy, right?" he asks, and I chuckle. 

"Yeah I guess so. Cheers Clifford." I can see his face drop a little bit from a smile into a frown of sorts. Was it because I used his second name?

"I mean, Michael," I awkwardly say. He flashes a quick smile and nods slightly, returning to his own work.

"You're welcome, Luke," he sighs. 

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YEAH I FINALLY FUCKING UPDATED. AND THIS CHAPTER IS HELLA COOL INNIT BLAD. I MEAN, MICHAEL JUST INNOCENTLY TOOK LUKE'S UNDERWEAR HOW CUTE. Still, where the fucks Calum. Hope he's aright. Oh yeah, still haven't really mentioned Ashton much. Might do later if the time is right hah.