Into Your Arms

Chapter Three

Anthem's POV*

The bell rang in the distance as we made our way back onto the school grounds, straightening our uniforms as we make our way up the back steps.

"Anthem, wait."

I turn around and meet the smirking face of my boyfriend.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

He chuckles and points towards his collarbone.

"You got a little something there..."

Pulling my phone out, I turned the front camera on and immediately spotted a dark bruise forming on my skin. I rummaged around my bag for a moment, finding my concealer at the very bottom of my bag before uncapping the top and covering up the evidence. Frowning slightly, I threw the small bottle back in the bag before inspecting the work. Luckily, you could only faintly see it. Michael's neck, however, was a different story. 

No amount of make up was going to cover up my masterpiece of hickeys. Anyway, I don't think they make concealer in the shade he would need. Also known as white.

Michael chuckles as he gently brushes past me, pushing open the heavy school door as we then make our way to the cafeteria, stomachs growling from hunger.

The sweet, delicious smell of pizza wafted from the slightly open door and I swear Michael was about to cream his pants as he saw the multiple amounts of pizza that the lunch ladies were dishing out.

I made my way towards our usual table, trusting Michael enough to get our lunch. Luke had his back turned towards me as I walked over and climbed over the bench, gently hitting him across the back of the head before sitting down and resting my head on his shoulder.

"Why do you always find the need to hit me around the head every day at lunch. Would a simple 'hello' be too hard?"

I roll my eyes and steal one of his fries from the tray in front of him.

"Because that's what younger sisters do. Annoy the crap out of their older brothers."

He marks the page in the book he was reading before turning and looking at me.

"A minute. I'm older than you by a minute."

I simply shrug as Michael slides two trays onto the table, both with four slices on them.

"You're still older, therefore I am the younger one. Deal with it." Grabbing a slice, I take a bite from the cheesy goodness as Michael starts on his second slice.

A fourth tray slid down in front of us, connected to a pair of tan hands with small, subtle tattoos showing.

"Didn't realise this was 'buy Michael multiple amounts of pizza day' today. Thanks Fuck Knuckle"

Michael reaches over and attempts to take one of the three slices from the tray before one of the tan hands quickly slaps Michael's hand and sliding the tray out of his reach.

"Fuck off, cock head."

Luke simply chuckled at the banter between Michael and the new comer - Calum - before picking his book up and sliding his fries closer towards his body.

"You can both fuck off and eat your own food. You touch my fries, you die."

I rolled my eyes again before grabbing some of his fries and looking up towards the door to see Ash and some new girl walk in.

I tilted my head slightly to the side, causing Luke, Michael and Calum to look in the same direction.

"Did Ash finally score himself a girlfriend?"