Demons~ Muke

Too many faces

A/N This chapter is so cliche but maybe people will like it anyway ew
You've got your heart in too many places. You've got too many, too many faces~

Weeks passed and not a single call or text of mine was returned by Luke. I even tried calling by his house but conveniently he never seemed to be home. I had officially give up on Luke Hemmings. In my opinion he was being over dramatic anyway, so why should I make all the effort to make him stay? All I said was that I couldn't have a normal  relationship, it didn't mean I wanted rid of him. He didn't let me explain so why should I?

Luke was still crossing my mind most days but he was certainly moving further and further to the back of my head. It was good, I was progressing. Despite my drug taking, family issues and never ending truancy I thought maybe now would be a good time to start going back to school. Maybe I'd meet new people and I could start to forget that Luke even existed. Calum went most days so why not?
I reluctantly rolled out of Calum's bed at 8am and sloppily began to put on my uniform, which was horrendously uncomfortable and barely even fit me anymore. I briefly ran a comb through my hair and doused it in hairspray, before concluding that I was ready to leave. Calum was pretty much up an hour before me so he was ready as well. We got in his (mum's) car on the gloomy Monday morning and drove a few miles until we were there.

"Do you know where you're going after all this time or will you be requiring a grand tour?" Calum teased as we waltzed through the gates 5 minutes after class had started which was exceptionally good for me. I glanced at my probably out of date timetable and saw that my first class was English. I fucking hated English. Calum wasn't in my English, he was far more intellectual than I was. As we went our separate ways in the corridor I started to think about how it may not have been such a good idea to come back here after all. I swung open the door of my class that was already in session, causing all the faces in the room to simultaneously stare right at me.

"Mr. Clifford, nice of you to join us, take a seat." The teacher remarked patronisingly. I quickly surveyed the room realising that some strange kid was sat in my seat.

"What's he doing in my seat?" I said with a hint of annoyance. The teacher looked impatient letting out a big, dramatic sigh.

"Well as you only grace us with your presence here about once a month, someone else is sat there, you're just going to have to sit at the back where there's an empty seat." I looked to the back of the room where the short ,blonde woman was gesturing and my whole body froze. Pressed against the back wall of the classroom was a young blonde boy with a familiar, black ring hugging his lip. My face flushed bright red as I forced myself to make my way over and sit by him. Why was he here? He never used to be here. He must have transferred or something. Fuck.
As I made my way over and sat next to him his face grew red instantly.
"Fancy seeing you here." I mumbled, glancing at him quickly then looking back immediately. I had hoped things wouldn't have been as awkward as they were. He just made some kind of inaudible grunt and looked straight down to his work, not sparing a second to look at me. "Honestly Luke." I laughed dryly. He looked up at me now with a face of confusion.
"What?" He said snapping at me, keeping his voice quite so we wouldn't disturb the class. I rolled my eyes at him which only fueled his anger.
"All I said was that I can't have a normal relationship, geez." I hissed, switching glances between him and my battered, old English book.
"Then why were you acting like we were a loved up couple on our honeymoon or something? We were having a normal relationship and you ruined it. You knew exactly what you were doing from day 1." You could tell by his tone that he was desperate to shout, but had to remain quiet. I was utterly puzzled. What was he trying to insinuate, that I was some fuckboy who just wanted to play him? He did make me laugh.
"We weren't even dating, what's your problem?!." I said raising my voice enough to turn some heads and receive a few glares.
"Well the last time I checked you were the one that kissed me first. And what was that? Oh yeah you asked me on a date as well." He scolded.
"Yeah and last time I checked asking someone to dinner wasn't a form of marriage proposal." I laughed. It was my fucked up attempt of injecting a touch of humour into the situation. It really didn't work.
"Michael after everything I've done for you? Fuck off, I'm done." He huffed as he fumbled around collecting up his stuff before leaving the room, making sure to slam the door behind him. The thunderous bang seemed to shatter the room. It echoed through my body, causing me to realise that this time, I really had fucked things up.