You & I~Muke

-Michael-

               

From the second I see Luke, I can tell something is off.

His usually quiffed hair is messy and though it looks good, it's wrong; well from what I can see from the beanie hiding his messy blond hair.

His posture is stiff and guarded. He leans against his locker waiting for me.

When I walk up to him, and whisper a hello, he doesn't say anything but instead we begin to walk to first period in silence.

I feel uncomfortable and I feel like I've done something wrong.

When we walk into class, Ashton and Calum are there already, and they send me a questioning glance at Luke's stern, emotionless face. I just shrug, keeping my head low as I take my seat next to Luke.

As the teacher walks in later ambling on about something to loud for my ears, Luke sighs heavily and leans his head back on the wall behind us and closes his eyes.

When the teacher tells us to work in pairs I decide I shouldn't confront him; I just let him be and do my work before doing his for him after wards. He doesn't even open an eye or crack a small, sad smile at me. he doesn't even thank me.

But I don't care to much, I've learnt not to; for years I've done the better thing, I remember once, when I was seven, there was this school trip, and I had been so excited all week, but when the day came I was anxious; I didn't want to leave my dad. So when this girl, Veronica, was crying because she couldn't come, I said she could have my space.

The teachers made sure it was okay with her parents, and they said yes. She skipped on the bus without a thankyou, and resumed bullying me the next week.

After time, when you're like me- when you're different- you learn to take it, you learn to go a long and shake it off as you make another self deprecating joke.

Eventually the bell rings signalling break and Luke's walking out before I'm even on my feet, someones hand touches my shoulder and I flinch, but oon recover when I see it's only Calum.

"Sorry," he removes his hand sheepishly. "What's up with him?" he asks, as we begin to walk to my locker.

"I d-don't know," I say anxiously, fumbling with flower crown that is slowly falling off my head.

"Don't let him get to you," Ashton assures, suddenly chiming into the conversation. "He gets like it some times, it's not you," he smiles and I try to smile back.

When I walk to my locker and open it, another note falls out.

'saw you in the girls section of hot topic. Fag. Your pathetic'

I let out a sigh and crumple the note and try to hide it. I don't do it quick enough.

Luke takes it out of my hand viciously and I flinch.

"Luke?" Ashton says, nudging him, for his actions. Luke ignores him.

"I'll fucking kill them," He spits.

"Y-y-you don't n-need t-to," I stutter. Ashton and Calum give me a look, a sympathetic one almost trying to tell me to calm down and not worry.

"Maybe if you fucking stood up for yourself I wouldn't have to, your flower crowns don't protect you from everything," he retorts bitterly under his breath, and I just stare at him for a few seconds, but it feels like forever with the pain in my chest.

"LUKE!" Calum and Ashton yell in unison, appalled by his actions, but I'm already running away, tears cascading down my cheeks, an ache in my heart as his words ring in my ears.

I run into the bathroom, grateful it's empty and lock myself in the middle cubical.

I tuck my knees to my chest and shake.

He's right.

I'm pathetic.

I can't stick up for myself.

I'm weak, I'm unnecessary and I'm stupid.

I'm stupid because I believed he liked me; that I actually hate a friend, and to think I had a dam crush on him. This whole time he's just thought I was some saddo freak that relies on my flower crowns and pretty clothes and him to defend me.

The sad part is it's true.

I don't know why I ever thought he could like me.

Nobody likes me.

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imma double update so dont panic! on the wattpad

haha i just made myself lol, you guys probably dont even care about muke in this or my crappy jokes but go me from me i'm damn funny

there was probably mistakes sorryyyy x