Demons x Malum

three •

friday, february 6, 2015

three •

the hallway has, and always will be a gut wrenching situation for me. i wish to blend, find myself among the group of rushing students - my height makes it seemingly impossible to do so. back in the old days, a height of six feet would intimidate the ladies, but now they find it as more of a reason to hit on myself and luke. luke enjoys such an audience more then myself, for my massive crush happens to be a boy this time around. constantly being halted in the middle of rushing traffic by the schools cheer captain is more then irritating.

"hey cal," whitney tugs on my bicep, pulling me to stand in front of her. she holds a tight grip, feeling down my arm, tracing over the tattoos there. whitney and i dated last year, until i found her having sex with shane rider at a  party - she claims she thought it was me, but everyone knows the two had been flirting for weeks. "are you going to haley's party tonight?"

"no." i grumble, slightly pushing the girl from me, and entering the classroom. i sit in my original seat beside luke until i realize that i no longer sit there. crossing the room with a grown, i sit in my seat, completely ignoring the adorable boy beside me.

mrs. fink enters the classroom, instructing the once noisy classroom to begin working on whatever project they happen to be on. i pull my ear buds out, letting my anger out by shoving the ear buds into the port, and turning the 1975 loud enough to block out any voices trying to speak to me. my encounter with whitney has only ruined any excitement for conversing with anyone.

a light tap on my shoulder steals my attention away from the game on my computer, but when i look over to michael i only see him sliding a note over the wooden table, but paying no mind to my movement. i carefully pick up the note, cooing at the neat calligraphy-

are you okay? :(  i smile, grabbing a pen from my pocket to reply.

just irritated. sorry to come off rude. i slide the paper back to the shorter boy.

text me real quick cause its easier then this. 555-555-5555 i oblige to his orders, pulling my phone from pocket, sending a simple hi.

michael: i saw whitney talking to you. must suck to have an ex chasing after you.

me: tell me about :/

michael: you going to haley's party tonight?

me: nah, wby?

michael: yeah :/ she has this weird idea that im her gay best friend.

me: lmao, well have fun having a chick cling to you all night. she's probably gonna try something with you.

michael: why do you say that?

me: because i would.

me: and shes haley. she'll do anything to get some dick in her.

michael: same.

michael: but now you have to go so she doesn't try something D:

me: ill think about it.

the bell rings scaring me out of my bubble of happiness i created out of mine and michael's messages. i stand, pushing my chair in, turning on my heel, but being stopped by a warm hand squeezing my bicep. i turn around looking down upon michael who stands just a few inches shorter than i.

"just because i ignored your message, doesnt mean i didnt see it." a soft smirk plays on his sparkly lip gloss covered lips. if i wasn't so much of a chicken, and there werent so many people around, i may have kissed his smirk away - but the circumstances differ.

passing by he bumps his shoulder with my own, his hips swishing just a bit more than usual, showcasing his perky bum in his black skinny jeans even more. i drool at the sight, a bony hand hitting  my shoulder, my head turning from the flirtatious boy to my best friend.

"what the hell was that?" luke asks, bright blue eyes wide with child like surprise, and mouth a gape.

"looks like were going to a party tonight, hemmings."

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