Art Deco // Muke

Cinq

The next day Mr. Bates asked me to stay late. I felt a small smile on my face as his hand left my shoulder.

Every time Luke walked in the hallways random guys leaning on lockers would say hello and he would try to ignore.

Luke's flower had completely lost its petals.

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After I was done speaking to Mr. Bates Luke ran up to me. His short skirt flying up a little bit flashing everyone who was still at school his pink underwear.

"Mikey, I have an idea" I saw his eyes flicker to the purple bruise I had on my collarbone.

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I don't say anything as I stare at myself in the mirror. Luke then grabs my hand takes me to his room. The only source of light was his fairy lights that had fallen down and hung sadly on one side of the wall.

I stare at the lilac color that was now my hair and touch it. My hair was soft and slightly damaged from the bleach.

Luke just did what he always did, hang by the lights.