Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 17

A few hours later they were playing FIFA, and I was simply watching them. I am not sure what I was thinking when I thought I wanted to be friends with these kind of people. I know that may sound rude, but they are druggies and they are rude. I have been called 'gay boy' more than ten times. Michael always looks at them, but he never does anything about it.

They have shoved me and punched me, but Michael says it is out of fun and it is playful.

I did not very much like it, though. I hated it, honestly. It was a little after 7:00 when Ashton ordered pizza. It came about a half hour later, and we were all walking back downstairs at the moment. They open the large box and immediately all of them take a slice.

I just stare at it for a moment, as my stomach keeps growling. I am larger then them, I don't want to eat. I am fat when all of them are skinny. I hardly eat, I don't know how I became the weight I was. I eat, just not a lot.

"Take a slice, man." Calum says to me, and I shake my head.

"No thanks, I'm not very hungry." I lie.

"You sure?" Michael asks me, placing his hand on my knee.

"I'm very sure." I smile. "I just have a bit of a stomachache. I may eat later but now I am not in the mood."

He accepts that, and continues to eat. I take out my phone, wishing I had somebody to text. Then I see I got a message. Probably from my Mum.

I open my texts and see that I got a text from David. I choke on air for a moment and begin to cough. They all look at me as Michael rubs my back gently.

David used to be my best friend. His Mum and my Mum were really good friends because of our friendship; but when David began to dislike me their friendship fell apart as well. David called me 'gay boy' like everyone else. He told me I should kill myself, and that he never liked being around me - that is mother forced him.

And now he texted me. I still had his number, I am not good on deleting numbers. I'll delete the messages but I always forget the number.

From David: Hey.

Maybe he hit the wrong contact. I decide to text him back.

To David: I think you have the wrong number.

I sigh, putting my phone on my leg as the three boys begin to tackle one another. I was sat on the couch, wondering how it was fun. Calum won, I think. When he offered them both a cigar. Seeing Michael smoke it made me frown but I didn't think too much of it. After a couple minutes my phone buzzes.

From David: Is this Luke Hemmings' number?

He did mean to text me.

To David: What do you want, David?

I want to throw my phone against the wall, but my Mum saved all year of it and got me it for Christmas. She doesn't earn much money, so the iPhone was something I was fairly careful with. My phone vibrates in my hand and I unlock it to look at it.

From David: Hey man, I'm sorry. Dont take it to personaly, yeah? We good?

I felt my stomach churn and my face get hot from anger. He can't really think we are okay, right?

To David: Don't talk to me.

I am not going to put up with it much.

"Who you texting?" Michael asks me, kissing my cheek and glancing down at my phone. "David Elliott?" He asks me.

I nod slightly.

"Wasn't he your friend at a time?" He asks.

Once again, I nod.