bully

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luke hemmings hated michael clifford.

he despised how cool and popular the boy was, despite the fact he didn't try hard to do anything right, and was even morally incorrect, and one of the school's biggest assholes in his own personal opinion.

he didn't like the fact that michael was in almost every lesson with him, somehow.

he had no idea how michael had managed to scrape into the higher set classes for almost every lesson, considering he was hardly ever at school, and if he was in school, he wouldn't be in the lesson. he'd be stuck in a detention, or blowing off a teacher in one of the back rooms.

luke guessed that was probably why he was in all the high sets.

it didn't surprise him when michael stopped him in the hallway when he was with his friends to laugh at him and call him a twink, one of his morning routines was insulting luke. he didn't seem to bother picking on anyone else anymore. and luke hated that too.

but most of all, he hated how awfully attracted to michael he was.

he didn't know what it was about the red haired punk with beautiful emerald green eyes and countless tattoos and piercings that made him so hot, because he knew deep down michael was a conceited asshole. he didn't care about anyone but himself, and luke knew that.

that's why it pissed him off the most at how beautiful he was.

"morning, princess." michael said, storming through the english classroom doors and dropping his bag under luke's table at the back of the class, hauling himself onto the chair beside luke.

he smelt of cheap cologne and some sort of alcohol, making luke cough a little, and pull a face at the red haired boy. "why are you sitting next to me?" he asked, not even bothering to turn his head to look at the boy.

michael smirked and pulled a pencil case with countless boobs and dicks drawn on it, making luke's cheeks tint pink as he turned his gaze to his own book. "some twat sat in my seat. and you're the only person who sits by themselves at the back. do you like, have no friends or something? you're always alone." michael pointed out, taking a packet of gum out of his pocket and opening it up, taking out two or three bits and popping them all into his mouth at once.

"i-it's none of your business." luke mumbled hastily, resting his head onto his hand on the desk, trying to ignore the lip smacking sounds michael was making beside him.

"why don't you just go and make friends? i'm sure not absolutely everyone knows your a twin 'nd hates you. there's probably some dumbass who hasn't figured it out yet." michael grinned.

luke sighed softly and didn't reply to the red head. it was only five minutes into the day and he'd already had michael harassing him for most of it.

he didn't know how michael had figured out that he was gay, because he hadn't old anyone about his secret. not even his family. he was afraid of coming out for multiple reasons. it wasn't like his family would care anyway, since they didn't speak to him at the best of times. luke was sure that if he told them he was bent, they'd certainly ignore him, and he might even be kicked out.

he didn't have any friends to tell about his secret, and he wasn't someone who kept a diary to write down all of his feelings in. he also didn't think he came across as gay.