I see Luke's jaw tighten in annoyance as I tell him I'll explain.
He doesn't realise what's gone on needs to be handed to him delicately, and somewhere away from people, so he doesn't freak out, which I know he will.
The rest of the day goes along slowly, and gym, which I have right now and last period, I know is going to suck.
It's one of the only lessons I have without Luke, and I hate it so much. So, so much.
It's with Noah, and all his douchy friends, who like to pick on me, and my flaws and hurt me and push me over.
I walk into the changing rooms, the feeling of Luke's hand on the small of my back where he last touched me as he said goodbye, and with shaky hands, take my gym kit off my back.
I hang my bag on my hook and begin to get changed, I take off my top hesitantly, grateful for the absence of Noah so far, and quickly slip on my red shirt.
As I begin to take off my skinny jeans, and that's when they walk in.
They all stop immediately when they see me.
"Awe," Noah pouts out his bottom lip. "Where's your boyfriend, Clifford? Well, actually it's probably a good thing he's not here, his gay hands would be all over you." he chuckled bitterly, and his friends soon join in too.
Blood rushes to my cheeks, and I pull up my shorts and grab my shoes before walking out quickly, my breath threatening to pick up pace.
I tell myself to calm down, it doesn't work to much. A hand places itself on my back, and I jump before whipping around.
It's some boy, L... L... Lewis! Not quite.
l-l-loUIS! That's it.
He's a nice lad, he's from somewhere in England, has one of those funny accents, and his last name is Tomlinson, that's all I know really. He's got these pretty blue eyes.
But they're not as nice as Luke's. I want Luke right now, not Louis.
"You okay?" he asks in his thick accent.
I shake my head and nod and shrug at the same time.
He bites his lips.
"Michael, right?" he asks, smiling, as he leads me over to the wall. I nod as we sit down. "Take deep breaths, okay? In and out, and just ignore them, forget about Noah, forget about his friends, and just relax... you'll see Luke soon," he reassures.
I take in a breath. And I let out one.
I repeat it over and over again until my heart has slowed down to its normal pace, and I'm alright.
"t-t-thankyou," I stutter, running a hand through my hair.
"It's alright," he says in a soft voice. "Come on, lets get going," he says, we both stand up and begin to catch up with the rest of the class. We are doing football today (soccer). Ugh.
This is Noah's favourite sport to beat me up in.
We get separated into teams, and of course, I'm against those who I hate.
My coach is a nice, middle aged balding man, with a hint of a beard threatening to grow. He knows about me, and how anxious I get, and he's pretty considerate about it; most of the teachers are, my dad talked to each of them individually, sternly, and I feel like they're more scared of my dad than anything.
He gives me a sympathetic smile after he blows the whistle, and he knows he cant really do much..
Noah, who ball hogs, is running around with the ball, and I'm doing my best to stay out of the way. I always do, but they all seem to find away to hurt me, or bash into me.
At least Louis is on my team, he'll consider me somewhat, an-
I fall to the floor with a thud. Spoke to soon.
There's a throbbing in my wrist, which took the fall, and the pains pretty prominent.
I bite my lip to stop myself from crying.
"Noah, what was that?" Coach asks, walking over to us after blowing the whistle.
Noah pretends like he has no idea what he's on about. "You know exactly what, Michael wasn't in your way, and he certainly didn't have the ball, so why on earth did you need to shove him over?" he yells.
Blood rushed up Noah's neck.
He shrugs.
"He annoys me," Noah states nonchalantly, and i just stare anywhere but his everyone's eyes, and try to forget the burning in my wrist.
"And you annoy me Noah, but I don't hurt you, and especially lately, you're lucky I haven't kicked you off the team," he shouts. Noah flinches, but soon recovers by shrugging, once again like he doesn't give a damn in the world.
"Go ahead, kick me off the team, I dare you," he challenges him. Everyone gasps a little at his attitude.
And he does, Coach Marv kicks Noah of the team, and I know I'm going to pay for it; not that I did anything wrong, but what assures me of this is the look Noah gives me before he storms off.
I know I'm in for it.
*
"I'm so going to fucking kill him," Luke spits, as he storms into the medical room, our nurse, and one of my favourite teachers is wrapping up my sprained wrist.
"d-don't worry a-about it l-Luke," I say, though I just want him to hug me or continue to swear and curse because, wow, it's hot.
"No Michael, I've had enough of him treating you like this," Luke says, running a hand through his quiffed hair as he sits down next to me. he takes me hand and I send him a funny look, because Ashton and Calum are next to us, smiling like idiots.
"I told them," Luke says, squeezing my non-sprained-hand. I nod and smile sadly. "Are you okay?" he asks. I shrug.
"I j-j-ust want to go h-home," I whisper, and luke nods.
Miss Wiress, the nurse, tells us she's done, and tells me to come see her soon. i tell her I will, and we all begin to walk back to my house.
It doesn't take long, it never does, but when we arrive, I wish we didn't.
Because my dads got his head in his hands, sitting on the porch steps, and our car's windows are busted, and the paints scratched and dented, and there's more damage then we for sure can afford.
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Heyoo, sorry for taking a while to update, i've been busy and stuff, but this chapter goes out to lolthisisweirdlol because you always make me smile w/ your comments and you really wanted this update, aha, sorry it was short and crappy but yeah.
thankyou all for voting and stuff, this story hit 400 the other day which made me smile real big aha, if you wish, you can go check out my other muke fanfic, and i think i might also do a short christmasy one bc mUKE
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Fanfiction"You were his life line, when he was drowning in this world, and you let go," Or; The one about Michael, the quiet, painfully shy boy who stutters when he speaks and has just moved to Sydney High School, and Luke, the popular punk boy, who just wan...
