nicotine | muke [ boyxboy ]

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get out the way, mister, with your short sharp tips. no, I won't read your lips right now.
cigarette smoke // arctic monkeys

hell.

if there was one word luke could use to describe what he was looking at right about now he would use that word.

luke stood there looking at the building he was forced to come to, in order to educate himself and get a job and follow all of societies expectations. some fucking life, he thought.

WESTFIELD HIGH was structured in bold white letters at the top of the building, above of the main entrance.

luke finally convinced myself that he had to move out of the spot he was currently standing at, at some point. he took a deep breath and made his way up the stairs.

once inside, he walked through the crowded hallways. somehow all eyes were set on him, they'd all be set on you too if you were the new kid in a small city where everyone knew everyone. he heard whispering and giggles coming from groups of girls along the hall, most people seemed to pay no mind to him, which he secretly thanked god for.

luke's first period was english honors.

making his way to the room he crashed into someone, causing them the fall back.

"oh shiit i'm so sorry man!" he said holding his hand out for the tan boy.

the nameless boy laughed and took luke's hand, "hey, it's no problem, no harm done", picking him back up to his feet, he looked at luke and studied his face. "you're new here aren't you?".

letting out a soft laugh, luke replied, "is it that noticeable?".

"well, yeah, kind of. everyone knows everyone here and i've never seemed to see you here ever in my life", the tan boy smiled sticking his hand out, "i'm calum".

"luke", he happily said taking his hand and giving it a little shake.

they both walked into their class and sat next to each other, talking about random things such as "do you believe in aliens?" and "what else is the government keeping from us?".

during the middle of their lecture the door of the class room swung open and a boy walked in. luke observed him carefully, curiously. the boy had messy blonde hair, he was a bad boy, evident by his choice of clothing and facial expressions. a leather jacket over a sex pistoles shirt, paired with black converse and black skinny jeans. the boy took a drag from his cigarette, throwing it on the floor and stepping on it till it was flat.

luke cringed at the sight of it, he hated smoking. he hated what it could do to you, he hated the smell, he hated everything about it. "mr. clifford, late as always" the teacher said. "what else is new?"

the boy just let out a small laugh and shrugged, taking a seat in the way front. strange. being that usually in all those cliché movies the bad boy would never want to be any where near the front of the class with the teacher, but this boy defiantly broke all of those rules.

"also, you know there's no smoking in the building" mr. walters added.

"i know sir, but do you really think that's going to stop me? it's a free country, freedom of speech. i'm practicing my rights as an american citizen by showing that you can't tell me what i can and can't do. isn't that what you've always taught us?" he spoke loud and proud, leaning back in his chair.

"michael, son, don't use your knowledge against me. this isn't debate class", mr. walters said letting out a small laugh, which only confused luke so much more. his teachers at his old private school would've surely given him some sort of punishment for talking back at the teacher. he was also confused as to why he let the boy slip so easily.

pushing the thought to the side, luke continued to take notes. stealing a small glance at the boy from time to time from the corner of his eye.

but what luke didn't see, was that michael was stealing small glances at him as well.

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not very long, ik, but they will get longer as the book continues (-: