pink skirts and punk love (muke a.u.) [discontinued]

004°

Luke

I was walking carefully around the cafeteria, trying to find my seat after noticing how my usual seat got taken by the same boy who made me cry in the morning.

I skillfully avoided the students rushing in and out of the cafeteria like some sort of wild animals, still trying to find a seat, when someone called out to me from the table I was usually say at.

It was that boy's friend...

"What does he want now..." I mumbled to myself.

I reluctantly shuffle towards the table, keeping my fish salad and milk balanced on my tray.

The boy who trampled on my periwinkle flower crown looked at me and smirked. The boy who called out to me asked me to sit with them.

I hesitantly sat down beside the boy who stood on my flower crown, leaving at least two inches between us. I'd rather fall off the chair than sit arm against arm with him.

"I would've sat here if you both weren't here," I said annoyed, while taking a sip of my milk.

I licked my lips at how great the milk tasted. The school 's standards hasn't dropped it seems, even after three whole months of  summer.

"Woah there blondie, we're trying to be nice," the boy who called me over defended.

"Well, if you're trying to be nice, I don't see how trampling on my flower crown this morning was supposed to be nice, much less pretending to not notice me after you very well knew it yourself that you have collided into me," I snarled, eying the dark haired boy who was not giving a shit about the conversation that I was having with his friend.

"Come on Michael, apologize to him, it's kinda mean to be honest," his friend tried to persuade him into apologizing.

Michael ignored his friend with arrogance and continued eating his disgusting oily burger.

"My name is Matt, what's yours?" His friend, or rather Matt, gave up and asked me instead.

"I'm not going to give you my name, it doesn't matter to you both anyway," I rolled my eyes and begin to savor my fish salad.

"Alright blondie, you're a tough nut to crack aren't you?" Matt laughed at my stubbornness.

"If so, so what?" I sassed him before going back to my salad.

Man, today's food was delicious.

"So what's underneath that skirt?" Michael, or I think his name is, suddenly asked.

I widened my eyes and went with, "It's the same as what's underneath your pants."

"Too shy to tell me? How about I'll just take a look myself?"

He reached over to me and lifted up my skirt, causing me to blush and smooth it down quickly.

"Michael!" Matt scolded him.

"What? I was just getting to know him," Michael sniggered while protesting, emphasizing on the last few words.

"So I guess you like panties huh, blondie?" He mocked and I felt my cheeks going redder as time passed.

I patted the creases on my skirt that was cause by that stupid Michael as he gave a haughty snort.

"You don't need to know," I whispered, embarrassed by his actions.

"Oh you bet I will," he finished his last bit of burger before standing up and leaving Matt and I alone.

"I'm sorry about him, he can sometimes be, uh, a little disrespectful," Matt apologized on behalf of Michael.

"Well it's evident that he is rather disrespectful, especially for lifting up someone's skirt without permission," I gritted my teeth before also standing up and dumping my food into the trash, having zero mood to finish the rather pleasant salad and milk.

I wasn't gonna tolerate this guy's nonsense.

「Author's Note」
I'm obsessed with this story omg.
-nie