I'm Supposed To Hate You ||Malum AU||

Chapter 17

"No,no,no,no,no." Michael chanted, "I am not playing him."

"You don't have a choice Clifford." Mr Perry the PE teacher said. "You and Hood have to play each other, it's part of the tournament."

"I'm not even supposed to be in this class!" He protested.

"Well that's your fault for getting yourself moved. Now stop complaining and get going, we don't have all day."

Michael groaned, dragging his feet as he walked towards the court nearest the door. Calum was already standing at the other side of the net, scowling at him.

"Ready to get beat Hood?"

"I'm not fazed." Calum replied. "You can't run to save your life and PE is easily your worst subject."

"You seem to know a lot about me, stalker." Michael said, waiting for Calum to serve.

"You broadcast your hate for PE so loudly the whole of Sydney knows." Calum retorted, hitting the shuttle towards him. "You almost hate it as much as you hate me."

"I never said I hated you," Michael lied, hitting the shuttle back.

"Right and I'm the cat's mother." Calum replied, almost missing the shuttle but he hit it over the net and won the point.

"That's not fair, you were distracting me!" Michael protested.

"You started the conversation Clifford. I was only being polite."

"That doesn't count."

"Yes it does, now pass it here,I have to serve again." Calum said calmly, holding out his hand. Michael stared at him, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"But you just served?"

"Winner serves next point doofus, now pass it here, or is that too complicated for you to understand?" Calum told him, rolling his eyes. Michael stick his tongue out at him, and threw the shuttle as hard as he could at Calum's face.

"Real mature Clifford. Real mature."

"Are you serving or what?" Michael grumbled, pouting.

"I think I have an unfair advantage. You are clearly 5 years old."

"Just serve Calum, you'll need practice for the future."

"Ha fucking ha."
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Michael and Calum's endless bickering wasn't new to anyone in the class, but they all stopped their games to listen to the argument in the court at the end of the hall.

"That was clearly out Hood!" Michael shouted, pointing at the line dramatically. "It landed there."

"That's in you idiot. Your just making stuff up because you can't handle losing."

"That's not true, that was out."

"You should be used to losing by now Michael," Calum taunted, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Are you seriously messing with me right now Hood? I have shit on you that I could easily tell everyone listening to this"

"Like what?" Calum scoffed, folding his arms across his chest.

"That your mum still calls you sweetie, or that you still take a grounding like a little 10 year old. What about the fact you do everything your mum says and cower when she yells."

"You cowered too dumbass. More than me actually so shut the fuck up. I want to finish this match quickly so your stupidity doesn't rub off on me."

"You'd like something else to rub off on you," Michael smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. Calum rolled his eyes, while making a disgusted face at Michael.

"The rest of you can stop being nosy buggers and get back to playing badminton too. He's not that interesting." Calum told the rest of the class. Immediately everyone started playing again, including Calum and Michael.

"Oh would you look at that, I've won." Calum sang, dancing around Michael. "Who got beat now Clifford?"

"You cheated!" Michael protested, panting slightly.

"Yeah, and how did you come to that conclusion Sherlock?" Calum shot back sarcastically.

"You're a dick."

"Oh, my poor self esteem, shattered. You've broke me Michael." Calum said dramatically, clutching his heart and sinking to the floor. "Whatever am I supposed to do."

"You're embarrassing yourself,-more than usual."

"Do I look like I care Clifford?"

"You should."

"This is one of the many ways we differ Clifford. You see, I not bothered about how stupid I act in front of others, you however, care a lot because popularity matters too much to you." Calum said, standing up again and pointing his racket at Michael's chest.

"I do not, I just feel sorry for everyone who had to see you being a complete fool." Michael argued, breathing heavily. He was absolutely exhausted.

"I feel sorry for anyone who has to listen to you on a daily basis." Calum retorted, sitting down on a bench and taking a drink. Michael sat down at the other end of the bench, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"I'm dead." He muttered, exhaling loudly. "Never again."
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"I'm so glad you're here Cal," Thomas said as Calum walked over to the football pitch at the end of the day.

"It's not a problem Thomas, honestly, I think I need football today." Calum replied, sitting down on the bench, waiting the rest of the team to get changed.

"I heard about you and Michaels badminton match, it's all anyone was talking about in the hall on the way to 6th."

"You'd think that sharing a room with the dickhead would be bad enough but no, he had to go and get himself kicked out of his PE class and into mine. He's worse at school than he is at home." Calum ranted, letting out his pent up emotions that had been brewing all day.

"How's that working out for you, the sharing?" Thomas asked, sitting down next to Calum.

"Crap." Calum answered. "He snores far too loudly, he has no respect for my belongings and he is in my way 24/7. He never goes out with Luke or anyone because Luke's working and God knows what you and the others are doing. He's the most popular kid in school and he spends his time shut up in his room all day!?"

"That's just what Michael does. He just has this way about him that makes everyone, but you, like him. He's just so relaxed and down to earth as well as funny."

"You sound like all of the girls in our year when they fangirl over him in the corridor." Calum laughed. "Oh Michael smiled at me in biology today, he's so handsome. I felt like my ovaries were going to explode. It's such as shame he's gay, all the hot ones are. Michael asked me for a pencil, I felt like I was going to die, he's such a god like Saint. Oh Michael made a really funny joke today and he winked at me after he said it, hold me I think I'm going to faint."

"That was too good man," Thomas laughed. "You'd make a great girl."

"Why thank you." Calum grinned.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Ashton asked, appearing next to Calum, who jumped out of his skin. "All I heard was Cal would make a great girl, which is true but.."

"I'm going to leave you without context." Thomas said, getting up off the bench as more players appeared, "we have a practice to begin."

Ashton shot Calum a questioning look as he made his way to the goal posts, making Calum laugh. He was glad he'd come to the practice.