Prologue

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Michael's Pov
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I sighed as I walked out of Mrs. Meijer's English class. I had to stay after to discuss why I got such a low grade on my exam. I mean, I understand that I'm failing her class but it's not my fault that I'm dyslexic and that my brain jumbles up all the letters, now is it? I dropped my binder and books onto the ground when I reached my locker, them landing with a loud 'bang'.

As I was putting my things away, I heard to voices yelling at each other. I couldn't tell who was talking or what they were saying but it didn't sound good. I quickly finished packing up and moved in the direction of the voices only to see my long term crush, Luke Hemmings, and his boyfriend, Mitchell Hart, in a heated argument. I drowned at this but continued to watch the couple yell at each other.

      Eventually, I got bored of watching my crush and his dickface of a boyfriend arguing and was about to walk away when I saw Mitchell raise his hand. Before I could do anything, Mitchell's large hand had come in contact with Luke's cheek, a loud smacking sound ringing through the halls. I watched as Luke stumbled back, nearly falling as his dainty hand pressed itself to his, now, bright red cheek. I felt horrible that I hadn't done something and had just ran off afterwards but then, when I saw the hand shaped bruise on Luke's cheek the next day and how he wouldn't meet anyone's eyes, I knew I had to do something.
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(Word Count: 269)
A/n: I'm making Luke like 5'5 in this bc I'm a sucker for short Luke. This is my entry for the Secret Admirer contest and I hope you all like it! Thanks lovelies!:3

-Lannah

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