Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 29

Ever since that day, Michael hasn't been at school. I saw him on Monday, where he saw the cuts I stupidly made. But then again, he's been skipping school since. Maybe I should get the hint that he doesn't care for me.

Or he does and there is something seriously wrong.

But it was Thursday and I was in French class drawing on my binder. I was writing quotes and everything, in English of course. I was not very good at French - I was in it for the credits. I finished the fancy lettering I was doing and smiled at how it worked. I wrote "If we stand for nothing, we'll fall for anything."

Which is my favorite quote because All Time Low is amazing and everything they do and say is amazing.

I'm a fan girl and am proud of it. Sort of.

"Hey fag." Derek whispered from behind me. "Fag." He says. He continues this and begins poking the back of my head with his pencil. "Luke." He angrily says.

"What do you want?" I ask, turning around.

"Luke, stop talking to Derek. Turn around." Mademoiselle Taylors snapped at me.

"Je m'excuse." I frown, turning back around.

"Putain." Derek whispers and I was getting annoyed. "Putain, putain, putain." He quietly chanted and I heard a couple laughs from a couple people around us. 'Putain' meant whore, and was similar to fuck in English.

I, quite loudly reply, "Va te faire voutre!"

And what does that mean?

Fuck off.

And Mademoiselle Taylors turns around with a surprised expression on her face. I knew I was fucked. "Luke! Go to the office! Now." She orders rudely. "I'll inform them that you are coming down." I grab my bag and almost stomp out of the room. I was so pissed off. I don't deserve the be sent to the office. I am sick of being walked over and bullied constantly. Derek was an arse to me every single class and I usually say shit back to him; but I am almost never caught.

Well, almost never.

I walk out of her portable and feel the fresh air on my face. I walk across the.. bus circle area? Not even.

I go up to the main doors and ring the doorbell because the doors were all locked until passing times and lunch. The door opens and I am absolutely fuming by the time I walk into the office. "You can go into Mr. Walker's office now."

Great.

I go into his room and drop my bag and sit on one of the arm chairs, closing the door. He doesn't say a word for a couple of moments. "So, you told your fellow classmate, Derek Adams, to f-off?" He questions me - like he didn't know already.

"Yes, yes I did." I huff.

"Why?" He asks me.

"He is rude to me every single class, and I have even been here before about it. You guys do nothing but as soon as I get annoyed with it and I simply tell him to fuck off everybody gets so offended. This school plays favourites and it's such bullshit." I begin ranting, and Mr. Walker just continuously nods his head; which was pissing me off even more.

"Well, there has been a student coming in here saying that Derek was being rude to you and we pulled him in and gave him a detention. But because it seems to be going on still then you can just go back to class. Move your seat away from him and prevent yourself from getting in anymore trouble with Mrs. Taylors." Mr. Walker sighs and signs the pink piece of paper excusing me back to class.

I thank him and leave the office, not really wanting to go back to French. As I go outside I see Michael walking into the main doors with a pass in his hands. "Michael!" I call out and he turns around. I haven't seen him in days.