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

009°

Luke

I went to my locker to get my English assignment out. It was a pink notebook, the cover drawn artistically by yours truly.

We were given a novella each to write the entire year and it will comprise of 70% of our grade. I wasn't very good in English, but I loved creative writing.

I looked into my pink locker mirror, just checking my flower crown so that it was in place and my kitty ears were covered. I smiled to myself at how pretty I look before gracefully slamming the locker door shut.

I walked to class with a skip in my step. I was happy and cheerful today, nothing had really ruined my day.

I walked into class and saw that Michael was already in his seat scribbling something down into a notebook furiously. I walked over and took my seat next to him, peeping over a little to see what he was so engrossed with.

"Don't peep," he said, still looking at the book and scribbling. It was like he had eyes at the back of his head.

"Sorry," I murmured and started to develop ideas for my story.

"It's okay," he replied, still concentrated on his work.

About 5 minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I looked up and saw Michael facing me.

"Do you wanna come to my house after school?" He asked me, looking at me straight in the eyes.

I shrugged.

Honestly, I don't know if I wanted to go to his house. What if he found out I was a kitten hybrid? No one knew that, except for my foster parents, obviously.

"Please?" He pouted and I bit my lip.

"I have something to show you, " he told me.

"Well I guess I'll go then," I sighed, convinced.

"Yay!" He grinned at me and I gave him a smile.

***

I sat at lunch with Michael and Matt again, because I had no other choice.

To make things worse, Matt wasn't there because he had to tutor some chick, according to Michael.

So it was just Michael and I.

Sitting there.

Awkwardly.

Yet again.

Honestly, I wasn't still very fond of Michael. One minute he turns into this very mean monster, and then the next, he was like an angel, being nice and all to me.

Like dude just make up your mind already.

"Hey," Michael tapped me on my shoulder as I looked at him.

"What?"

"I still don't know your name," he said, his very white teeth showing.

"I'm not telling you it," I mumbled for the billionth time.

"I'll find out eventually."

"Yeah, when I decide that I don't hate you," I took a bite out of my cheese sandwich.

"You hate me?" He frowns and I let out a smile.

"Yeah, so what are you gonna do about it," I smirked as he pouts.

"Make you like me."

"Good luck,"

"I don't need the luck, trust me, " he proclaims confidently.

"Oh you will," I smile.