Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 27

Author's Note: So I got a new cover without knowing.. Apparently my other one (that I made) was bad so my friend changed it. She makes like all my covers. I appreciate it so I hope you all like the covers that she makes. So anyway, new cover? BrokenButLoved97

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At lunch I sit alone at the table, like usual. I didn't even bother getting lunch. Why spend my Mum's money for no reason? I'm not going to waste her well-earned money on food that I'm not going to eat. I swallow and pain shoots through my throat from the excessive puking from earlier.

"Luke." I hear the distinct voice say and my heart drops.

I look up and see Michael - his hair once again a different color. This time it was black and white, and I looked at it curiously. "You dyed your hair." I state and look back down at the blue table.

"Why are you avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?" He asks me quietly, his voice cracking. He was upset and I feel guilty. Though I shouldn't, he's done worse to me in the past then just ignoring me. I wish that he never even decided to bother me because we would have been the same. It wouldn't be so complicated and heartbreaking all the time and he would bully me. His friends would bully me. I'd go back to being myself; invisible, depressed, worthless me.

After a couple moments I shake my head. "No, I wasn't feeling good." I half lie, not looking back up.

"You weren't answering your phone either." He tells me, sitting down.

I look at him, examining his hair and then I look to his eyes. He looks so sad. "I wasn't really in the mood for any drama - no offense. I need alone time when I'm sick. Stress only makes being sick worse." I respond with a shrug.

He frowns but slowly nods. He reaches under the table and gently grabs my hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Are you feeling okay now?" He asks me.

"I'm fine."

That phrase is what everybody says. Even if they're broken or completely okay. It was a lie, I wasn't okay. I felt depressed, heartbroken, stressed out, and so much more.

But I would not tell him that.

I already am enough of a burden to people around me. Why add complaining about everything to the list of things people don't like about me? To think of it, Michael probably didn't even like me. He shouldn't like me. He should be with a girl, he should be popular and only hanging out with people with the same status. He should go to parties and get drunk. 

And me?

Well.

"You should eat something." Michael says randomly.

"I'm not hungry." I reply.

"Even if you still feel sick, you should eat something. It may make you feel better. Come on, let's go to the lunch line. There is still ten minutes of lunch left." He smiles, unknowing of the thoughts racing through my head.

But I do it anyway.

We walk up to the lunch line and I get cold mozzarella sticks and the sauce that went along with it. Michael put a milk on my tray and he grabbed my tray and input his number. He paid for my lunch.

Was I more obligated to eat it?

We sit back down at the lonely table and I look around the room and I see Calum and Ashton looking my way - both of them smiling.

How had everything changed so much in a short amount of time? "Come on, eat." He urges innocently.

I smile and dip the cheap food into the cheap sauce and take a small bite. My stomach growls as I chew the food, and I realized just how hungry I really was. But then I feel ill. Mainly because I've gone days without eating but also because I was disgusted by myself.

But I continued eating.

And I stopped thinking about it.

I talked happily with Michael, and it was almost picture perfect. It was how I dreamed the relationship would be if it ever happened. He made some jokes and he made me smile, and I couldn't stop smiling even after the bell rings and we head separate ways.

On another note, the bullying stopped. I haven't been called anything by anybody in over a week. Maybe I was delusional, but it really seemed that things could get better.