Michael and Luke were not easily liked in their school not that it actually mattered to them. They couldn't care less because all that mattered to them was music and school. Michael was one year older than Luke but they were still in the same grade due to Michael's birthday being too late for the school's cutline.
-Luke's Pov-
I was walking through a quiet park and I saw a bunny so I went over to pet it until I heard this horrible sound coming from the sky. The bunny literally melted like wax leaving behind a speaker.
Then I opened my eyes. That horrible noise was my alarm clock. I punched the snooze button out of anger. I hate school, who the hell thought of the idea of kids in, basically jail, for 7 hours being forced to learn shit they'll never need in their life?
"Lukey!!" I heard my mom sing.
"Don't call me that," I mumbled to myself.
She came through the door and started dancing.
"Time to get ready for school!" she said way too happy for life, "I'm going to work now! Love you!" She drug out the word 'you.'
"bye," I said sitting up.
I fucking hate school. I found a pair of black skinny jeans and my Green Day shirt. I didn't bother to wash my hair, I just combed and jelled it. I mean, lets be serious, who am I trying to impress? I'm gay anyways and no one knows it, so I'm not impressing any girl any time soon.
"Fuuuuuuuck," I heard someone say.
I looked around my room to see if someone was in here. Then my window caught my eye. The next door neighbors window was open as well as mine. Our neighbors just moved in and they have a son in my grade but I don't care about making friends. I saw him for the first time, his hair was purple mixed with black and it looked amazing.
"Fuck school," I heard him say as he threw his clothes on the ground.
I closed my window and curtains. I totally agree with him on the whole fuck the school thing. I dread going there everyday but everyone thinks I am a goody-goody. Honestly, I don't even take notes, I write lyrics and draw pictures.
-Michael's pov-
"Fuck these hallways," I thought as I walked through school, "fuck these fake people, fuck these doors, fuck my life."
I hate school so much. I don't know how people are happy to be here.
"Nice hair, what are you suppose to be? A lollipop?" Someone said to me in the hallway.
"What grade are you in? First? Fuck off," I said walking away.
I hate everyone here. That was until I saw the cutest guy I have ever saw in my whole life. His blonde hair stood up perfectly. Everything about him was perfect. He started walking towards me and I avoided all eye contact. We accidentally hit shoulders which made him drop his book.
"I'm so sorry dude," I said helping him pick up his books.
"It's fine," he said looking into my eyes. He smiled and looked down.
"I'm, um," he said laughing at himself, "I'm Luke."
"I'm Mi-" which was all I could say before being interrupted by the school duchebag.
"Awh, how cute," he said looking down at us, attraction attention, "Little blonde nerd finds a faggot to fuck."
Everyone laughed. What the fuck was he saying? Why would he even say that?
"Fuck off man," I said standing up. It may be the first time I met him but I'm already fed up with his shit.
"Or else what, fag," he said smirking.
