Spring Break//Muke Fanfic

Chapter 2: Luke's POV

I'm not your average teenager; I don't do drugs, I don't skip, I don't get into relationships/sex, and I don't hate school. My parents are making me go with them on some weird beach vacation, I would much rather stay home and go in for extra credit over spring break. One more week until we leave.
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I'm running though the halls trying to get to eighth period before the bell rings, and I'm always the first one there. This is my favorite class too, trigonometry! I sit down and get all my stuff out when I see someone walk in. Oh man there he is... Jared McKinney. He's so perfect ugh. Oh yea I forgot to tell you... I'm totally gay.
I've never told anyone about it though. So many people are getting bullied for it and I already get that enough, so why add to it, right? About this Jared guy, he's a total asshole but he's so hot. The usual light brown fuckboy hair, green eyes, a jawline handcrafted by God himself, perfect body, abs, everything you would picture as the "perfect" boy.
Mr. Hanley was passing out the test from last week, I got another A, nothing different. I've had straight A's for the past 11 years and I'm not planning on changing that anytime soon. I was focusing on the lesson when I saw Jared get up and start walking towards me. Phew. He passed me. Shoot, never mind.
"Hey nerd! What's up?" He gave that half smirk that made me melt inside. I started to stutter, "N-nothing much, h-how about yourself, J-jared?" He found my broken speech funny. "Just wanted to know what you got on the test, an A like always right, mama's boy?" The whole class was suddenly staring at us. "Y-yes... Is there s-something wrong with that?" I stared to get jittery. "Nahh, I just like to see you get scared." Everyone in class laughed. As he was walking back to his seat he was getting high-fives. From all his stuck up jock friends. I hate jock though, they are so hardheaded.
Yes I know I've said this before, Jared's an asshole, but there's just something about him. He's bullied me since 3rd grade but I got used to it.
The bell rang to go home. Dang it. I walk to the buses slowly, not wanting to leave school to go on that dumb vacation. As I walk down the aisle I get stuff thrown at me, pencils, paper balls, and even a shoe. I sat all the way in the back with the rest of the quiet kids.
After what seems like an hour long drive we get to my stop. Time to go home and pack. This vacation is going to suck, but I guess I'll give it a shot.