for luketalksboys <3
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luke skipped into the art building, and made his way over to his 19 year old teacher.
"hi, mikey." luke said, and the older boy turned around, and smiled.
"hey, sweetheart. how are you?" michael asked, sitting on the table.
"i'm good." luke said, and bit his lip to stop smiling.
"you're adorable. why don't you go sit with your friends while i start class, and i'll be over there in a few minutes?" michael said, and luke nodded, turning around.
michael kept his eye on luke as he tried deciding on where to go.
"michael's little bitch is coming!" somebody said, and michael frowned as he heard other comments about luke.
the younger boy stood in the middle of the tables. there was an empty seat at every single one of them, but nobody welcomed him.
luke was very vulnerable and very fragile. he nervously chewed on his nail, and took the comments as he looked for a place to go.
luke walked to the corner of the room to an empty table, and sat there by himself. the brightness in his eyes was gone.
"what's going on?" michael asked to his class as they kept laughing.
"what? he's a suck up!" one guy said.
"he sure is sucking something to get that much special attention." a girl commented, making the whole class laugh as luke laid his head down on the table.
"what on earth makes you think it's okay to say stuff like that?" michael asked, directed at the entire class.
"the fact that he's your favorite because he's easy. this probably isn't the first teacher he's sleeping with."
"this is unbelievable." michael sighed, pushing his sleeves up as he felt himself getting angry. "luke is seventeen years old, i am nineteen years old. this isn't a high school class. i have no contract. what we do, what we have, is nobody's business."
"it's not your job to give him special treatment."
michael huffed as the room of teenagers continued making comments.
"how do i give him special treatment in an art class? oh here, luke, here's an extra pencil." michael said sarcastically.
a few of them rolled their eyes.
"okay, here's where you and i disagree: you find it okay to attack him for something he should not be ashamed of. he has not done anything wrong. if any of you ask for help, i will help you, and you know that. i think that maybe you should let me do my job, and allow me to just start this class before i kick 80% of you out. do we have a deal?"
they all sighed, and nodded.
"good. i was gonna teach, but just finish your projects. i'm not in the mood." michael groaned, and walked towards the back of the class to where luke was sitting.
michael pulled a stool over, and laid his head beside luke's. he didn't care if the students were rolling their eyes at him; he wanted to make sure luke is okay.
"hey? everything alright?" michael asked, and luke shook his head. luke's head was laying on his arms, and michael couldn't see his face.
"sweetheart, look at me," michael whispered. luke slowly turned on michael, his head his laying on his arms. "no, don't cry."
michael wiped under luke's eyes, and slightly frowned.
"i'm not a slut, right?" luke asked.
"what? of course not and you know that." michael whispered.
luke looked down at the table. "but you're like my art instructor and you're older than me, and we're not even dating. you just kiss me when you feel like it."
"than go out with me. tonight." michael said, and luke sat up a little.
"you don't mean that." luke whispered. "you could have anyone. i'm just some dumb kid who likes you too much."
"please, luke. go on a date with me tonight. there is nobody i would rather have there." michael said, grabbing luke's hand.
"really?" luke asked.
"of course." michael laughed, nudging luke's arm.
"i'd love to. you always know how to make me feel better."
