Escaping Polygamy ~Muke

(6)

It was Friday. The day Calum had to tell our father his choice of marrying Ashton. He was worried, it was obvious by how hard he bit his lip. I was scared too. What would my father do with me then? Let me die alone for the rest of my life, or force me to creat a family with my cousin or something? It was a scary thought in general.

Mom had told us or father would be home after we got home, so for now we had to go to school.

I was excited. Everyday, Michael and I would hide in the janitors closet where we'd spend our time giggling and making out. No ones caught us so far, so it was starting feel like I had it good.

Calum and I walk to school together like always. For all my brother knew, Michael and I haven't talked since the bleachers accident, so he wasn't concerned as much and silently brought up the skunk haired boy, thankfully.

It would bring a pang in my chest every time I thought how I'm betraying my brother, but I always push it away. My feelings for Michael were getting stronger each day, and now I knew I was in love with him. Of course we've both said our 'I love you's so I know it's not just a one way relationship, and when he tells me how much he loves me or think I'm beautiful, I can always tell it's truly genuine.

I get through the school doors only to be dragged to an empty janitors closet. In front of me a happy Michael smirks, "Good mourning, Beautiful."

"Morning, Mikey," I giggle, pulling him toward me so our lips peck into a quick kiss. He nuzzles his nose into my neck as he leaves soft kisses to the pale/tan skin.

"I love you so much. Wish your parents weren't so disapproving of us," he sighs. I had covered up the truth by telling Michael that my parents didn't approve of me being gay and that I wasn't allowed to date because of it; reason why my brother freaked out the way he did. Thankfully Michael believed it.

I knew it was wrong to lie, but the truth would only hurt him more, so I kept it small and easy. I nod my head in agreement to his statement.

"Shit, class is about to begin. Love you, and I'll see you at lunch," he smiles, pecking my lips into a kiss before sliding out the door. I count to twenty before existing myself out of the closet to make it less obvious that we were in there together, and headed to my class.

I didn't think lunch could come any later, but finally the final bell for lunch rings. I'm out of the classroom in that instant, walking quickly to the cafeteria. I sigh when my eyes meet with green ones.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is not to be with you," I joke, placing my head on his shoulder. The boy isn't able to answer before Elena and the other girls come piling over us.

"Aw, you guys are so gross at times," Leah fake gags. We all burst out in laughter at her exaggeration.

"Whatever," Michael chuckles, pushing the girls away so that I was the only one on him. He takes it as his chance to kiss me.

"I love you," I giggle, fingers sliding into his soft hair.

"And I love you," he pecks my nose with a kiss causing me to wrinkle it in amusement. He laughs, but stops to grab my waist and move me off of his lap. I frown with a whine, but he assures me softly, "Shh, I just don't want a teacher see us."

"Screw them," I smirk but it fades quickly. Literally not a month ago I would have even considered saying that. I was the good kid, but now I didn't care anymore. I've loosened up more, and to say in the least, I liked it.

"Living life on the edge, huh? Cursing out teachers behind their backs? Such a rebel," he teases, his hand snaking around me to pat my bum. I roll my eyes at him, stealing a carrot from his tray. He fake pouts, a smile begging to be let go as he states, "Get your own."