Defying Gravity | Muke

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Luke's POV

I walked in the classroom alongside my crew, before we collapsed on our chairs at the table in front of the teacher's desk and lapsed into an immediate conversation on the upcoming rugby game.

"Hello, class," greeted Mr. Winston as he walked in with a stack of papers and books with him. Great. This is probably gonna be homework and I'm sure if it. It's not like I don't do my homework or anything, it's just that it's adding up more work for me since I have a piano tutor coming over at my place every evening. Yeah, I'm a little of an over achiever but I don't mind that. It keeps me at the top between me and my peers.

"We're going to have a fantastic class today." He paused for a bit to add a little suspense before continuing, "We're doing the baby project!" Hell no.

Every year the students in Year 13 (A/N: It's basically Grade 12 in Australia) has to do 'The Baby Project'. No, it's not about knocking up each other and get pregnant, it's just that we have to take care of a stupid doll to help us prepare for parenthood. And every year, all the babies come back looking like shit. Yeah, we're irresponsible. But I'm pretty sure I can ace this.

"Lukey!" squealed my whiny girlfriend Paige. Honestly, I don't even know how we got together in the first place. Huh. What if we never even dated at all? I shuddered at the thought and turned to her.

"What?" I asked, resisting the urge to let irritation seep through my voice. Note to self, don't stay up late studying for a test that is not coming until the next couple of months.

"We can take care of the baby together and be the best parent in this project!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together in excitement.

As much as I'd rather work alone, I know that it'll be rude if I turn her down and besides, you need to work with someone anyways. "Sure." I saw her momentarily frown and brushed the thought away. What's up with a single word response? (A/N: Luke here doesn't know girls don't like that, especially when they're texting.)

Throughout Mr. Winston's whole explanation on the whole project that everyone knew about especially with me since I have 2 older brothers, I had my back facing him and talking to my mates about what happened to last year's baby project which was disastrous. People did some weird-arse shit to it and the school board almost took the program off but decided to give it one last chance to prove that something good will come out of this.

"Okay since some of you aren't listening since you know about this, you all know that you get to choose partners right?" My teacher asked as he sat on his desk and began drumming his fingers on it. We nodded. "Well, seeing the fact that the last few years that we do that has cause disastrous things to this project, I will assign you your partners instead. And you'll thank me for it." A chorus of groans greeted him which didn't seemed to faze him at all. Instead, he just shrugged and took out a sheet of paper which probably has the list of who we're assigned to.

His eyes scanning through the sheet of paper he said, "Ron, you're with..." From that point on I zoned out until my name was brought up.

"And last but not least, Luke, you're working with..." he trailed of and gave me a haunting smile. "Michael." It was as if the world went dead because no one had made a sound as the dangerous bloke's name is mentioned.

Michael is that dangerous guy everyone would cower down, despite their social rank in this school. Yeah, I fall in that category too. And if you look closely enough, you can see the faint lines and swirls from his tattoos all over his neck and body that he covers up with concealer-- Don't ask me how I know about that. He was caught a couple of times swinging his sad looking pocket knife to just about everyone-- Including the principle, yet nobody had the balls to stop him.

I slowly turned my head to where Michael was sitting and he shot me a glare and the infamous finger. "No," I said, gathering my courage to sound strong.

"Why not?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at me.

"B-Because I hate him and he hates me," I answered.

He shook his head. "I don't care if you both don't get along but you need to work together or I'll kiss both of your arses goodbye and out of this school."

"What the fu-" said Michael who was being cut off by Mr. Winston who had his hand up, silencing him.

"Language," he warned him as his eyes darkened at his colourful choice of words.

Michael reluctantly sighed. "Fine. What the hell, Mr. Winston? Anybody but this whiny prick. Happy now?" he asked, raising his arms up in exasperation.

He smiled and nodded. "Yes. But anyhow, you still need to work together wether you like it or not."

He let out a long exasperated sigh as he slumped down on his chair. "Fine. Just give me the damn baby and let's get this over with."

Mr. Winston rolled his eyes at him before beginning to pass out the worksheets along with the baby around the couples. Luckily, the baby was handed over to it, since I'm pretty sure Michael would only screw it up if he did.

"Class, since we don't have time and the worksheet is due tomorrow, you need to find sometime today to complete it with your partner. I will take off your marks if its not done by tomorrow." Great. Just my luck.

Sure enough, the bell began to rang a split second after he was done. I stood up and waited till the rush of students at the door was over. After all, I needed make plans with Michael to work on that worksheet and he was clutching onto

I stood at his table, waiting for him to pack up, until he finally noticed my presence. Sighing, he asked, "Piss off, Hemmings. I don't need you to ride my ass on this project."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "Yo, mate. I was just asking what time do you want to meet up after school at that park near school?"

He cackled. "Do you actually think I'm gonna sit with you and do work? Nah, mate. You're doing it." He handed the worksheet over to me, before slipping out of the classroom, leaving me to stare at it in confusion.

Oh well. More work for me I guess.