rejects || luke hemmings

nine

day 2.

"Alright so, apparently since I'm showing you around and stuff, I have to go with you to the principals office 'cause she wanted to speak to you or something, I don't know," Michael said as he came up to Luke's table. Luke just simply nodded and gathered up his things quickly and left the canteen with Michael.

"I can't believe I'm missing my lunch for this," Michael muttered under his breath.

Luke chuckled a little, "but didn't you sign up for this?"

"Well yeah, but still. I'm not doing this because I want to," Michael mentioned, taking a right turn, Luke quickly behind him.

"What d'ya mean?" Luke questioned curiously.

"Nothing you gotta worry about, kid. Just make sure, that if anybody asks you about me, you don't know anything. Don't rat me out," Michael stated sternly.

"Yeah sure l won't. Why would they even ask me about you?"

"No reason."

"Alright then. But thanks for helping me and showing me around," Luke smiled over at Michael.

"No problemo. So where did you move from, kid? I can tell you're an Aussie, 'cause of your accent."

"Melbourne. We moved about a week ago, we live in the small estate like ten minutes away. I forgot the name," Luke chuckled a little.

"Sounds fun. I don't live that far away myself."

Luke just nodded, not knowing how to reply. They continued walking and once they approached the office, Michael spoke up again.

So, did you already get yourself in trouble that the principal wants to speak to you?" Michael wondered smirking a little and Luke shrugged.

"God knows what they want from me," Luke answered and Michael chucked a little, nodding.

Once the two of them reached the principal's office, Michael knocked on the door and once a "come in," could be heard, the two of them enter the room and closed the door behind them.

"The principal wanted to speak to me?" Luke asked the women at the desk, typing something into the computer.

The women looked up, "what's your name?"

"Luke Hemmings," Luke responded.

"Ah yes, she's in her office right there," the women pointed to a door to the left of the room. Luke nodded and walked over to the door, knocking on it.

Once he heard the, "come in," he twisted the doorknob and opened the door. Inside was a simple small office with a shelf on the wall and a desk in the middle of the room with papers shattered all over the desk. A middle aged women was seated at the desk, going through some papers.

"Um, you wanted to speak to me?" Luke said not knowing what else to say. He looked behind him and saw Michael sitting down in the previous room, waiting.

"Are you Luke Hemmings?" She asked and Luke just nodded. "Yes I did. Don't worry you're not in trouble, I just wanted to get some final information to add into your student file. Please do take a seat."

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day 3, week 2.

"Well hello there old bud, how have you been doing?" Michael smirks as he steps in front of Luke who is on his way to English class.

Luke just looks down, no looking up at Michael. "You know it's rude when you try to ignore me." Michael chuckles as everyone on the corridor is looking at them both, one person even recording the whole scene.

Once again Luke doesn't answer and attempts to walk past time but Michael stops him quickly by grabbing onto his arm. "Did you lose your voice or something?"

Luke tries to get out of his grip but fails as Michael is stronger. "Do you really think you can get away from me? Well sorry Lukey but you're stuck with me."

Luke has another urge to say, "haven't you already done enough?" But stays quiet, as always.

Some student from behind Michael calls something out to him, the only thing Luke is able to hear is "and then we'll put it on the internet." Michael turns his head around which causes his grip around Luke's arm to loosen. Luke takes this opportunity and struggles out of Michael's grip and once he gets out he quickly walks away from the whole crowd that surrounded him and Michael and once he turns around the corner he begins to run to his class, trying not to let any tears slip as many memories from the past year haunt his mind.