It Started With A Kiss, How Did It End Up Like This? (Muke)

Chapter 2

Luke just groaned and walked away. I walked up after he left and locked the door. I went into the mini bathroom in my room and opened the drawer. I moved a few things around till I found my blade. I sighed at the thing and pulled down my sleeve and took all the bracelets off. My disgusting wrist, littered with healing cuts, recent ones, and faded ones. I dragged the blade across my wrist lightly, but then it gradually got deeper. Blood covered the whole floor, and my clothing too. I washed my arm off and put the blade away, then I washed the floor. I threw my clothes into the shower to soak, if Calum found blood on my clothes I would be fucked, and why Calum? He's the one who does laundry. I changed into sweatpants and a hoodie, putting my bracelets back on. I walked to the mirror and looked at my reflection. My thoughts chose to fight me instead of help me.

Fuck your hair and looks. Your ugly and fat. No wonder your single, mostly because you like guys. No guy wants you, not even Luke wants to talk to you. Calum and Ashton don't care about you right now. They think your fucking sleeping. Nobody even knows you cut, nobody even knows you've been bullied and abused by a drunken dead beat father.

I stopped my thoughts and punched the mirror. Smashing it into pieces.

"FUCK EVERYTHING!" I yelled and dropped on my bed.

"Michael?" A small knock at my door

"What?" I replied angrily

"You okay?" Ashton asked

"I'm alright." I yelled

"Alright, we're going out for pizza, wanna come with?" Ashton asked

"No." I replied

"Okay." Ashton said and I heard the footsteps go away

I honestly regret saying no, but I can't go out.

LUKES P.O.V. (Hollly shit)

I don't understand anything anymore. Did I enjoy that kiss? No. Couldn't have. But I did. Fuck I'm like Michael, a confused puppy lost at a corner store. I walked to my room and grabbed my song book. Then threw it on the floor. Michaels got me all confused. Am I gay? No. But- I enjoyed the kiss. I'm positive I did. Fuck I couldn't have, Luke your not gay! Is Michael even gay? So many questions unanswered. Maybe I could talk to him?

I walked to Michaels room and knocked on the door, receiving no answer.

"Michael?" I said quietly, again, no response.

"Michael?" I said louder

"Sleeping." He replied in a sad tone

"Can we talk?" I asked sighing

"In half of a clock, I'm cleaning my room." He replied

I sighed, I walked into the music room and grabbed a guitar. And started playing Teenage Dirtbag by Wheatus.

"Her name is Noel

I have a dream about her

She rings my bell

I got gym class in half an hour

Oh, how she rocks

In Keds and tube socks

But she doesn't know who I am

And she doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Her boyfriend's a dick

And he brings a gun to school

And he'd simply kick

My ass if he knew the truth

He lives on my block

And he drives an IROC

But he doesn't know who I am

And he doesn't give a damn about me

'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Listen to Iron Maiden maybe with me

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Man, I feel like mold

It's prom night and I am lonely

Low and behold

She's walking over to me

This must be fake

My lip starts to shake

How does she know who I am?

And why does she give a damn about me

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby

Come with me Friday, don't say "maybe"

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin'

Oh, yeah, dirtbag, no, she doesn't know what she's missin"

I sighed and put the guitar down, half of a clock is now up, time to talk to Michael.

"Michael?" I said knocking on his door.

"Come in." He replied

I walked in and he was sitting on the bed using his phone.

"Can we talk?" I asked

"Sure." He said still not looking up.

I sat on the bed and he ducked his head lower.

"About the kiss-"

"What about it?" He said

"Did you feel anything in it?" I asked shyly

"Why? Did you?" Michael asked

"Never mind! sorry for bothering you." I said and walked out.

MICHAEL P.O.V.

Luke is- where the fuck do I begin? Let's just say gorgeously insanely extraordinarily perfect, okay? Okay.

Why can't I just tell Calum or Ashton that I'm gay? I'm afraid of rejection. They won't treat me the same. Luke obviously hates me, Calum probably does, and so does Ashton. My parents? My parents divorced when I was 12, My mom moved to the UK and left me and my father in Austrailia, he got a drinking problem and it was bad, if he got angry enough he would smash a beer bottle on me. He one cut my back and repeating beatings. The guys can't know. I hide too much that I'm a secret box. I was a gullible kid back then and walked up to a red van, asking a guy where the Ice Cream shop was, 13 and stupid. He said he would take me for a ride and being a fucking idiot, I got into the van. We- we didn't go to an ice cream shop. We went to his house. Where a lot of things happened. Let's just say in the end I had been raped, but not like my father cared. He actually fucking laughed. Called me a dumbass and hit me with a beer bottle, something we was entertained by doing.

A lot happened and if all the guys find out I would, go insane.