Michael's Flower |M.G.C| AU

|6|

"Luke, I don't get it."

"I don't think you're trying hard enough."

"Luuuuke" l whined.

"This is simple algebra. Just look at it; 2x+4=32. So subtract 4 from both sides, then divide both sides by two and you get what?"
He attempted to explain, looking at me, seemingly pissed.

"I still don't get it."

"FOURTEEN. The answer is fourteen. For Christ sakes- okay you know what? I'm gonna go home, gonna go play with Molly, gonna play a little guitar, gonna chill out. Text me when you think you're ready to do this." He then bursted out of the room, not taking any of his stuff.

"BYE LUCAS"

"FUCK YOU"

"YOU CAN'T FUCK ME. YOU'RE NOT MY TYPE, LUCIFER"

That last comment that I made got him to come back. He poked his head back into the doorway.

"What did you just say?"

I smirked, "You're not my type."

His full body was now in the room, as he gestured to it with his hands.

"All of this is not your 'type'?"

"Nope." I chirped back, looking back to the homework.

The book shot out of my hand, and I was pushed on my back on the bed as a pissed Luke hovered over me. He pinned my waist down.

"Say it again. I dare you."
I dared, "You're. Not. My. Type."

"I'm everyone's type, you hoe." He declared.

"Not mine."

"Fuck you." He got off of me and stormed out the door.

A confused Michael cautiously walked in, holding his textbooks. I was supposed to be tutoring him and the other boys in sciences because that's one of the things that come naturally to me.

"What was that all about?" He asked while sitting and adjusting his stuff on my bed.

"He's not my type." I received an 'Ah' in response, and we got to work. It was silent for a while, just so he could collect his thoughts and realize what he was having trouble with. After a bit, he found his point of confusion. All it freaking for him to understand this time was to explain the ways in which the stoma(a plant part that helps hold water when it can't get any fresh water and ish) and an enzyme(A molecule/protein that helps living things' bodies complete reactions). What an idiot.

He's still adorable, though.

After he realized what a simple concept it was, we were just laying there in this silence that was really nice. None of the other guys were around to bug us, no people to suggest that I'm into Michael, no anything. We're not into one another, and that's good-

"Hey Parks? Could I ask you a favor? Just a teensy-weensy one?

I looked over and nodded, not thinking anything bad could come from it.

"Do you think you could maybe, possibly, take my virginity-"

"No, absolutely not."

"Why not?!"

"Because you're my friend and I won't do that to you. I'm getting better and haven't gotten with any virgins, or ANYBODY lately. Isn't hat good?" I tried reasoning as I started pacing the room, but this fucker's hair dye maintains his hope.

"Exactly, you're my friend. I'm asking you this because no one else has lost theirs yet and I'm tired of it! Please? I'm begging you!"

"I- I just can't, Michael. That wouldn't end well, and I love being friends with someone as sweet as you."

"Come on, I'm the only virgin in our grade-"

"Savor it!"

"I don't want it! You can have it!"

He was tempting me, but his pleading eyes showed that it wouldn't be right.

"What's this about, Michael?"

"Nothing-"

"I will fuck you up if you don't tell me."

"Andrew..." He yelled exasperatedly.

"What?"

"Andrew. He said I can't get laid because of my baby face and that no girl want to have sex with me."

"Oh Mikey, don't believe him." I began walking towards him, but he backed away with his hands up.

"My fucking 'baby face' is back at it again with getting the wrong type of attention from girls! You know what, just stay away from me, since clearly you don't want me like that." He grabbed his books and stormed out the room.

I chased after, yelling final words in hopes to make him feel better, "If it helps, I'd fuck you, Mikey-"

Michael wasn't having it as he raced down the steps, but Luke, who was now at the top of the staircase, looked livid.

"Oh hey-"

"So he's your type, but I'm not? Not cool!" He pouted and gave me the finger.

There I stood, broken-hearted, tried to help, but some shit was started.