Leather & Lace ✔

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I decided it would be fun to mess with Michael. Well, not mess with him, more like get my hands on my any time I could.

I spotted him in the corner, standing in front of his gym locker. I quickly stepped behind him, taking in the smell of vanilla and some flower of his perfume. He didn't smell like sweat at all, which was surprising after the hard workout today.

He looked so innocent. I knew he was innocent, everyone who's talked to me has warned me about him before saying that he was a pathetic virgin that has never done anything wrong.

He would never not write down every last note let alone not do his homework. Louis had stated before his friend, Justin added, Let alone suck anyone off. Stupid gay.

I stared at him not, looking at his soft blond hair that has a faint trace of blue in it. He must have dyed his hair before, I'll have to ask Louis, he would know.

A soft sigh came from Michael's pink glossed lips and he bent down to take his books and stuff out of the small locker.

Red today. Huh, why not have a small mark to match the lace?

|Michael|

I felt a strong hand on my skin. A loud smack letting out after the skin on skin contact. A gasp left my lips and I quickly turned around, meeting a sweaty bare chest with a few tattoos. My eyes trailed uop to see a black lip ring and his blond hair.

We just stared at each other until a voice interrupted our staring contest.

"What was that noise?"

Luke smirked and put his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket.

"My binder fell, sir. It was nothing." I lied, looking away from the smug blond.

The gym teacher grunted and went back into his small office.

"I like your lace." Luke stated.

"I like your leather."

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I nervously flipped the paper that was in my locker between my fingers. I've already ripped off the rough ends of the lined paper where Luke didn't take the time to rip it out of his note book correctly. I also folded it and ripped it so the rough bottom was a neat, line.

Meet me under the bleachers 2:15

I glanced at my phone, 2:19. I ran my thumb over the small rhinestones on the back of the light pink case. I felt someone take my wrist and I quickly looked up.

Luke pulled me from under the bleachers. I just nearly hit my head on the steel bar that held the right side up. He dragged me through the near empty parking lot. I had to jog to keep up but being propelled forward by Luke's strong grip, made my jogging unnecessary.

He stopped suddenly and I smacked into his back but he seemed unphased by my body colliding into his. Luke turned around and grabbed my waist.

Easily picking me up, he set me on the hood of his blue car.

"Listen."

I immediately looked at him, his blue eyes staring right back.

"I have a little proposal for you." Luke stated.

"O-okay." I jumped as he set his hands on either side of my thighs.

"This won't work if you're scared of me."

I quickly glanced at his tattooed arms. The only place that wasn't covered with the colorful ink was his left bicep.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Now, I figured that since you're not popular and I am, that we can come to an agreement that benefits us both. All you have to do-"

"Like a fake boyfriend?" My voice interrupted.

He looked slightly taken back, like I shouldn't know of such a thing. I only knew of the fake boyfriend trick is from TV shows and movies.

"Kind of. But it's not in front of our parents, just the people at school." Luke said.

"My sister, she's, well all her friends will see.."

"Just don't tell them that we are boyfriends, this is...different. I'll deal with the four of them."

I nodded, telling him that I understood.

"Good, and, you know Louis right?" Luke questioned.

I nodded again. Everyone knew Louis.

"You have to really sell this thing to him and all his friends, alright?" He explained. "This all starts tomorrow."

"Okay."

"deal?"

He stuck his hand out and I shook it.

"deal."