He's Basically My Brother M.C.

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"w-what?" i yelp and i lost my balance a bit, but luckily luke caught me.

"its only michael" luke chuckled

"we're sitting on a tree" i answer looking down, to see his face

"i wanted to ask luke something but okay" michael shrugged, and as soon as he was about to turn away, the bell rang, scaring me and consequently, making me loose balance and fall off the branch.

i closed my eyes and waited for the sweet embrace of the ground, but instead, i was embraced by someones strong arms. i look up at who caught me,

it was michael.

"clumsy" he rolled his eyes and set me on the ground

"thanks michael" i smile genuinely

"no problem, kitty" he smirked and walked to his next class.

"quite a fall you had" luke chuckled, falling from the branches, and landing on his feet.

"lets go to our next class" i rolled my eyes playfully. he took my hand in his and we walked to our next class.

once we were at my next class, french class, we said our goodbyes and he left.

i sat in my seat and a girl came up to me. it was caniva.

"er, jermy? was it? or was it like... gerard?" she mumbled (gerard way anyone?)

"yes?" i asked politely

"michael wanted to know what youre doing with luke all the time, like he really wants to know, but he doesnt want me to tell you that he really wants to know" she rambled on dumbly

"class is starting" i clear my throat.

"oh yeah" she giggled obnoxiously

and so the class started

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class ended, spanish was always so easy, in my opinion.

"wait a second, jerry, please see me, now" the spanish teachers' thick accent spoke. she was never the teacher that got students in trouble.

"yes mrs. abana?" i asked

"i have a student, struggling in spanish, and i dont have the time to tutor him, i have papers to grade. and since you are the best student out of my spanish classes, could you tutor him?" she asked hopefully.

"uh sure" i smile

"great, im pretty sure hes one of your brothers friends. can you come back for lunch?" she asked

"of course" i smile. i hope its luke.

"heres late pass, if you are late to your next class" she hands me a yellow slip of paper.

"thanks" i nod and grab my things and leave the classroom.

i walk to my next class, history.

mrs. abana was my spanish teacher, and dont ask me to say anything in spanish bc i never payed any attention