Grace was on Calum's lap, and they were making out in front of everybody. Well, more like Grace was kissing his neck, and Calum was trying to talk, but Michael saw it all the same.
Push her off. He thinks, but knows that Calum won't do that. Say you don't feel like it.
It's Tuesday, and Michael is already sick of their shit. He rolls his eyes and pretends to vomit behind Luke's back. The blond laughs, and looks over his shoulder.
"You okay, there, Michael?"
"Dandy." Michael says, throwing in a sarcastic smile. "I love watching people make out." He says, loud enough that Calum can hear. The Maori looks at him apologetically, and holds his girlfriend's hips.
"Hey, Gracie, how 'bout we stop?" he tries to say casually, because all of the soccer guys are sitting on the table next to them. "You know I'm not one for PDA, and neither are the teachers."
Grace pouts, getting off of him. "I'll be back."
Calum lets out a breath, and looks at Luke and Michael. "Sorry, guys. I don't know how to break up with her." Ashton scoffs and rolls his eyes, but nobody takes notice.
At this, Luke's assumptions are confirmed. When he slept at Calum's Dad's house, who Calum was texting couldn't have been Grace, because Calum doesn't even like Grace. So, Calum was seeing someone else.
Luke opens his mouth to ask, but doesn't want to embarrass the Maori. So, instead, he says that they need to go for a walk. The Maori swallows quite visibly, and gets to his feet.
"Who're you seeing, Calum?" Luke asks. "Who're you seeing behind Grace's back?"
Calum's mouth opens wide, because he has no idea what to say except "What?"
"I could hear you last week. You know, 'I like you too.'" Luke reminds him. "And you sure as hell don't like Grace, so, who is it?"
Calum's face pales, and he shakes his head. He doesn't know what to say, so he walks away. Luke keeps talking as he mirrors the boy's footsteps. "Come on, Calum, I won't tell anyone or anything. I just want to know who you're ruining a perfectly okay relationship with."
Calum knows that's exactly what Luke will do. He'll tell everybody by accident, and Michael and Calum will be mortified.
"Well, we don't. We don't want anyone to know about our relationship. Nobody would like it, and nobody would accept it. Now, please drop it."
"What, are you going out with the school slut, or something? God, it's bad enough that you're cheating, but – "
Calum doesn't even bother to open his mouth. He just shakes his head, and Luke lets him stomp off. The blond furrows his eyebrows, and sits down next to Michael, who's busy shredding his sandwich.
"What'd you say?"
"I asked if he was seeing someone else." Luke says truthfully, and Michael turns to him, biting his lip.
"Why?"
"I heard him on the phone the other night about how he liked someone, but – since he's trying to break up with Grace – I guessed it wouldn't be her."
Michael sighs. He wishes they didn't have to hide their conversations away. "He'll tell us soon enough."
"Aren't you tired of saying that?" Luke asks, frustrated. "He doesn't tell us anything, anymore."
"Maybe he just feels like he can figure it out himself." Michael shrugs, pretending to feel the same way as Luke, even though he knows nearly everything going on in Calum's life at the moment. "He's always been a secretive guy."
"I'm just scared that he's dealing with big things by himself."
"I'll go to his house after school and see if I can find anything out." Michael offers, like he wasn't going to do that anyway. "You go to Ashton's and keep him company."
The end of the day swings by unusually slow, and Michael manages to fall asleep in the last class. Luckily, it's one of the ones that has Luke in it, so the blond put a book under him so it looks like he's reading, since he was resting with chin in his palm.
The bell rings, and Michael gasps at the loud sound. Luke giggles, and Michael sees the blue-eyed-boy is in front of him, packing up his stuff. "Nice sleep?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"You're so lucky the teacher was high, bro, otherwise you would've been gone."
Michael stands up, and grabs his books. They leave to their respected homerooms, and Michael sleepily throws everything in his bag. He looks over to see Calum laughing with of his soccer friends, and he cringes, because he can feel the homophobia radiating off of them as he walks past them.
"Hey, pansy."
Oh, the nerve of the guy, saying that in front of both Michael and Calum. They both look at him, and he seems to lose confidence with the co-captain glaring at him like there's no tomorrow.
"How's your boyfriend going?"
"Not my boyfriend, you fuckhead. He's my friend. But he's fine, thanks for asking." Michael snaps, tensing a little as he grips his bag straps so he doesn't look like he's looking for a fight.
"How 'bout you go sit in the corner, Hen?" Johnson says, flicking his head over to a table that's sat in the corner for the naughty kids.
At this, Henry has no idea what to say, and steps back a little. Johnson steps in front of him so the smaller guy is completely out of view, and looks down at Michael. "But, really, how's he going?"
"His ribs need to heal, and he's still a little bit out of it because of how much he got beaten, but that's expected." Michael says, his hand instinctively going to the bruise near his temple as he thinks about it. "He's getting better. I'm sure he'd appreciate a visit."
The Jamaican nods quickly, and Michael's gaydar goes off. Johnson likes Ashton. Johnson likes Ashton. "What's his address?" Michael writes it on the boy's skin that's a couple of shades darker than Calum's.
Johnson rolls down his uniform sleeve quickly, blushing. "Sorry, I just don't want the others to see it and think I'm going somewhere for a fuck."
Michael laughs. "It's okay. I get it."
Calum clears his throat, and it only just occurs to the pale boy that he's been there the whole time. Michael tries not to smile at how jealous the Maori looks, and steps closer to him.
"Don't look so jealous, Dove,"
Calum widens his eyes, looking at Michael with a flushed face. He looks to Johnson, who seems to be thoroughly amused. "It's what my Mum calls me." Calum says.
"That's what they all say."
"Johnson, I – I'm not gay." He says quietly, not wanting to attract attention.
"Tell that to the grip you've got on his hand." Calum gasps, and quickly puts his hand in his pocket. He didn't even realise. The Jamaican grins, and the bell rings, so he walks away from the conversation.
"Fuck," Michael says, "Johnson didn't even have a mic to drop."
Calum bites down on his lip. "What if somebody saw? Do you – do you think somebody saw?"
Michael shakes his head. "It wouldn't have been obvious enough for anyone to notice it." Seeing that they're the only ones left in the classroom, the pale boy lick his lips. "Now," he says, kissing him on the cheek, "let's go home."
thoughts on calum and grace and calum really not trying to break up with her?
luke figuring it out?
johnson? him seeing the malum?
ugh i made a cake before i went to work so i could just eat it once i got home and then i get back aND THE WHOLE FUCKING CAKE WAS EATEN WHAT KIND OF FAMILY DOES THIS
