"hey bryana!" i smile enthusiastically.
i don't feel discouraged when she grimaces and pretends to not hear me. i shuffle after her as she speeds up.
"wait up," i call after her.
the blonde haired girl whips around and her soft brown eyes pierce into my soul. she looks regretful as she fidgets with her fingers and steps away.
"i'm not allowed to talk to you," bryana murmurs.
"what?" i scowl.
"i'm really sorry michael," bryana apologizes before turning around and walking away.
i don't let her get away that easily. i grab her wrist and pull her back.
"why can't you talk to me?" i ask, feeling slightly hurt.
i only have three friends. her, calum, and vivian. i don't want to lose her. she's one of the only people who don't make me want to throw up.
"luke forbid me," bryana explains.
"so you're going to cut me out of your life because your boyfriend is controlling?" i purse my lips and rest my hands on my waist angrily.
"he would break up with me if he found me talking to a- a-" bryana can't help but stutter as she reaches the end of her sentence.
"a what?" i demand forcibly.
"a faggot," bryana says in a voice only an octave louder than a whisper.
as soon as the words escape her mouth, she looks like she wants to take them back. instead she swallows and rips her arm away from grip.
i'm too stunned to even speak.
"look, i'm honestly so, so sorry." bryana says, her brown eyes full of hurt. "but luke is too important to me. i can't lose him!"
"i stuck around even after i figured out you were a two timing cheat but you give up on me just because your boyfriend told you too?" i ask with disbelief. "you have problems."
bryana's eyes well up with tears and she steps back.
"i thought you were better than that bryana," i state.
bryana bites back a reply and she runs away. this time i let her run. i watch her race down half the campus before i finally heave a sigh and walk the opposite direction.
there goes my ride home. calum is at work where he can't be reached. i can't walk, my flat is an hours walk. i would usually hitch a ride with bryana and ashton but i doubt they would accept me.
i bite my lip and glance down at my phone. it's only four in the afternoon. if i start walking now, i'll get home around seven.
i start walking down the sidewalk. i'm not even off the campus yet when rain starts pouring from the sky, drenching me within seconds.
just my fucking luck.
i clench my teeth and grip my phone tightly as i pass the parking lot. i notice a familiar light blue car parked on the curb as i stiffly walk by.
it's officer pickles.
through the window, i can see luke aggressively tapping at his phone. he looks aggravated. before i have the chance to look away, luke happens to look directly at me and he catches me looking.
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أدب الهواةin which michael sucks at driving and luke is a cop who's constantly pulling him over. bad driver! michael asshole cop! luke - © 2016 | -riptidemuke | all rights reserved.