Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 21

"I don't have anything to hide." I snap, beginning to get up. He forcefully puts his hand on my shoulder and pulls me back down.

"Swear to me that it is nothing." He tells me, keeping a cold expression.

I felt guilty as I responded, "I swear."

The bell rings after a couple moments of silence between the two of us. Quicker than I should have I get up and run up the stairs to maths.

I scurry down the hall, ignoring the calls from Michael coming from behind me.

I get into Mrs. Taggert's room safely and feel relief flood over me. I had a feeling Michael wasn't done with the subject, though.

So I take the makeup I had in the pocket of my backpack and shove it in my pocket. I brought it around for when Michael, Calum, and Ashton hit me, I would apply it at school so my Mum wouldn't know.

I haven't used it in a little while though.

A few minutes into the class we were passed worksheets and I go up to Mrs. Taggert. "May I go to the bathroom?"

She nods and I hurry out.

I get into the bathroom, it was empty. I go into one of the stalls and lock the door. I take off all my bracelets and begin to apply heavy makeup to the area. I stare at it, and the cuts and scars seemed to fade quick.

My cuts were burning because of the makeup, but I place my bracelets over them; and I silently hoped that the makeup wouldn't wear off because sometimes the skin under them would sweat.

Rubber blocked the air.

I hurry back to class, knowing I didn't take long to apply it. I sit back in the room without any question and begin working on multiplying large matrices.

About twenty minutes into starting I was only halfway done. It was a tedious process, easy but had a lot of components. I check the time on my phone when I change my song and see that there is still fifty minutes left.

'Mrs. Taggert?' I hear come over the intercom as I scroll through my songs.

"Yes?" She asks.

'Can you please send Luke Hemmings to guidance?' And I look up. He didn't.

I take my earbuds out and look over to Mrs. Taggert, letting her know I heard. "He's coming." She says, as they hang up the intercom.

Without a word I get up from my desk, and grab my phone. I didn't trust many people at the school.

On the way down to guidance I wrap my earbuds around my phone. I go the stairwell and straight across it was the guidance office. I shove my phone in my back pocket and put my hands in my front pockets.

"Mr. LaFarge is in his office." A woman says to me. I don't go to guidance too often. I walk in and see Michael sitting in one of the three seats, and Mr. LaFarge in his black chair at his desk. For the most part, everybody liked Mr. LaFarge. The guidance counselors went by last names, and 'H' was with him.

That is probably why Michael went to him.

I glare at him as I close the door and sit down.

Mr. LaFarge was older. He had white hair with a small white beard. His face was slightly wrinkled but not really bad. He had ovular class, and he was skinny. He wore bright button downs and had a tie specified for different days of the week. He always was more casual and wore jeans.

"So, Michael came here today because he was concerned about you. If you would like him to leave this meeting just speak up." He begins, as I cross my arms. Michael is frowning and looks down at the ground.

"It's fine." I respond.

"Do you know what this meeting is about?" Mr. LaFarge asks.

"Yes, sir." I say.

"Then you know you're going to have to show me your wrists." He replies calmly.

Michael glances up at me, being met with a cold stare. I was pissed. I knew that he probably cared for me and that is the reason why I was sitting here. But I didn't give a shit.

I take off my bracelets, keeping my eyes on Michael. He looks up and down between my wrists and my eyes.

I take them off and they were still covered with the makeup.

But the office had better lighting than the bathroom.

Where the makeup was applied it was lighter than the skin on my wrists, and it was obvious - to me at least - that there was makeup over it.

"Nothing." I say to him in a faked confident tone.

"You can put your bracelets on, now." He tells me and I gladly did so.

They didn't see the lighter shade.

I smile at them. "Now who gave you those bruises?" He asks me, examining my face.

Being as mad as I was I looked at Michael and he looked almost worried. "He did." I responded.

He looks over to Michael. "Why?" He asks him. Michael didn't know what to say I don't think. He just looks at me, speechless.

Then the guilt began to set in. Michael was worried for me so I am sitting in guidance, avoiding help under a thick coat of makeup. Then I tell Mr. LaFarge about him beating me up. He was going to assume that I was in an abusive relationship. Michael shrugs and looks away from him and me.

"Luke is this a normal occurrence?" Mr. LaFarge asks me.

"It used to be. Not anymore." I say, wanting to take back telling him it was Michael's fault. Wanted to rub off the makeup and get some help for the depression I knew I had.

'They probably saw it, you idiot. They just don't care about what you do to yourself. You could kill yourself and they wouldn't care as much as you may think.' I tell myself.

Nobody cares for me.

"I have anger issues." Michael finally speaks up.

"I am going to have to report the assault." Mr. LaFarge says.

"No. I am going to deny anything about Michael doing it. It doesn't happen anymore. He was upset, and I basically told him to. He wanted to leave my flat and I wouldn't let him." I quickly cover.

What sucks is that no matter how much you want to take back what you said, or change something you did, you can't. I wanted to disappear, wanted to walk out of the school with no consequences. Wanted to not try in school and have everything be fine for the future.

After a few more minutes of talking, Michael and I leave with a couple hall passes, noticing Mr. LaFarge forgot to add times.

"I hate you." I say to him as we walk into the stairwell.

"Luke I care for you." He replies.

"Says the one who plays mean pranks on me, called me gay boy for the longest time, shoved me around, bullied me, made me lose my friends, and I could list so much more. You never cared then, and there is no need for you to care now." I snap, going up the stairs. He stays standing still, his head now in his hands.