06 | Makeout City

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by notparker

by notparker

edited 06/12/18

"I LIKE YOUR Cobain shirt. When can I see it on my bedroom floor?"

Luke rolled his eyes, slamming his locker shut to see Michael standing far too close to Luke for comfort.

"As truly inappropriate as that last sentence sounded," Luke clutched his book tightly to his chest. "I must go. I have class in five minutes."

"That's five minutes petal," Michael spoke, "Do you know how hard I can make your legs shake in just five minutes?"

Luke's face suddenly felt very hot and he started walking, shoving past Michael so the raven-haired jerk off wouldn't notice. He carried his feet at a rapid pace, as fast as he could go in his short skirt and Doc Martens.

"I'm taking that your silence as a yes. You do know and you think about it often." Michael followed Luke, making the blonde roll his eyes. "You probably touch yourself thinking about me as well. Thinking about my lips wrapped around your little co-"

"Please stop." Luke spun around, making Michael come to a smug halt right in front of him. Luke was now flustered and sporting a semi, which he hoped wasn't obvious in his skater black skirt because then he'd have to wrap his jean jacket around his waist and he didn't want to. Luke couldn't help it. Luke was pure, innocent and untouched. He didn't even know how to properly get his dick off. Any mention of sex could make that boy flushed.

"What? I'm making you get a little excited, aren't I?" Michael quizzed playfully, his lips dragging against the shell of Luke's ear. "You're pretty sassy, petal, better shut that little mouth of yours before I do it for you."

Luke's mouth fell open at Michael's words, how the older boy had such ease talking about the things that made Luke so uncomfortable.

"Close your jaw babe," Michael closed Luke's mouth with his hand, "don't want you getting a sore jaw before we even start."

Michael winked and walked past Luke, leaving the boy embarrassed and red-faced alone in the empty hallway as the late bell rung happily throughout the school. Luke composed himself, looking around the hall as if someone were there. He really hoped to God no one was there, secretly hiding around corners and watching Luke get flustered over an unnaturally raven-haired imbecile.

The blonde boy spun around the direction he was originally going after realizing how late for class he was.

"Michael Clifford is a flop," Luke muttered angrily to himself as he stomped around the corner, seeing Barbara and Niall making out little ways down the hall. Luke blushed heavily, debating whether he should walk by like he hadn't seen a thing or clear his throat and annoy the pair.

"L-Luke!" Barbara noticed him right away and shoved her boyfriend away, making a very unaware Niall lose balance and fall to the ground. Barbara laughed, covering her mouth as she did and moved forward, only to realize her shirt was caught in one of the lockers. Barbara's eyes went wide in fear.

"Well," Luke mumbled, "you two look like you could use some help."

"Please," Niall groaned, his hands holding his forehead.

"Too bad what I just happened to see was enough to traumatize me, so I'll be on my way." Luke quickly twirled around and skipped down the hall.

"Enough with your yes homo and come to help me!" Barbara called after him.

"Yes, homo!" Luke squealed as he continued skipping away, only stopping when he noticed another pair kissing somewhat down the hall against another pair of lockers. He knew for a fact the dominant male was Michael while the other was some random boy from the senior class.

But it made Luke's blood boil.

Luke stopped skipping, coming to a complete halt, folding his arms against his chest. He glared at the pair before clearing his throat quite loudly.

Michael drew away from the other dark-haired boy, both of their lips quite swollen and their proximity enough to make Luke angry.

"Need something, petal?" Michael asked curiously.

"Just for these hallways to be free of PDA," Luke grumbled, stomping past the two. "It's like Makeout City in these halls and it's disgusting." He was almost all the way past the two when Michael's words brought the boy to a halt.

"Lukey, you're going the wrong way. Your class is in the other direction."

Luke glowered as just continued walking down the wrong hallway. He knew that. Of course, he knew that. He just wanted to disrupt Michael, but Luke saw that he had no effect when he heard the boy moan.

Luke arrived to class halfway through it, all attention going to the angry boy when the door opened.

"Mr. Hemmings," his teacher glared, "nice of you to finally join us."

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I KNOW ITS SHORT AND IM SORRY.