Trickery - [BoyxBoy]

"You dress like a marshmallow."

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Song for this chapter; 'Daydreaming' x Ariana Grande

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As Michael watched the time pass by slowly with his Doc Marten clad feet banging against the table, all he could think about was what happened at the weekend. The way his lips had smashed against Michael's, how his rough hands explored Michael's body, the mean grip he had of Michael's hips. His smooth, tanned skin blending beautifully with Michaels porcelain complexion. The way he kissed down Michaels body with those plump li-

"Clifford, were you even listening? Every time I kept looking over at you, you seemed to be drifting into a deeper day dream. You really need to focus more if you want to pass this class." Michaels teacher, Mr Lopez scolded him quietly and snapping out of his daydream, making sure that the other students didn't lose focus on their own work. It was a good thing Michael always sat at the back as no kid would be able to try and eavesdrop.

"Mr Lopez, what do you think? Honestly, after 3 years and you still think I give a damn about this class?" He scoffed quietly, rolling his eyes and leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed.

Michaels eyes widened at what he said and looked up at Mr Lopez who was just as shocked as him. To say Michael had never been grumpy towards a teacher would be an understatement. The teachers adored how hidden away Michael was, even though he dressed to kill he had a personality purer than gold. He was smart, one of the smartest in the whole school and he kept away from the problematic students. So for Michael to act like this towards any teacher would cause serious concern, making the teachers wonder if he had finally been corrupted by the influence of drugs, sex and Rock n' Roll.

Of course the Michael in classroom environments wasn't the real Michael as he only put up a front like that so no one would bother him. He would only act him true self when he was with Ivy and Zanthie who were his 'partners in crime' on a regular basis. No one believed this at all though. In fact people would either ask who Michael was or laugh in your face and tell you that 'you're a fucking nutter dude.' And from this, you can clearly see that Michael Clifford truly is under the radar.

After a couple of seconds of stunned silence, Mr Lopez cleared his throat and sent Michael out of the room, making sure Michael took all of his belongings too. As Michael made the walk from the back of the class to the front, grabbing a pink detention slip from the front desk he wouldn't make eye contact with anyone. He kept on looking straight ahead, not wavering under the curios eyes of his class members.

That is how Michael ended up at the Principles office, sat in a hard yellow graffitied chair whilst waiting for his name to be called. Michael stared down at his pale legs, running his finger tips over his smooth thighs which made his already mini skirt, rise up even more. Michael was seriously contemplating to get Ivy to pretend to be his mum and ring up the school again, but that's when he stepped out of the principles office.

The way his golden blonde hair was hidden under a maroon SnapBack, curls escaping the sides. How broad his shoulders were, making his shirt stretch against his back muscles. His black lip ring being played with by his devilish looking tongue. How both of his arms were covered in beautiful ink, swirling patterns, mesmerising shading and sketchy writing.

"Make sure you go to the front desk before your lesson, to get your schedule, locker number and books, Mr Hemmings." The principle spoke sternly, keeping a beady eye on this new boy. When Mrs Shaw saw that Luke had made it to the front desk, she turned to Michael her eyebrows punched together  and she kept opening and closing her mouth every couple of seconds, deciding what to say. But when Michael's cheek grew red with a sheepish smile, waving the pink slip that had Mr Lopez' signature on it she raised her eyebrows with her mouth forming an 'O' shape.