Bullied [Muke] [Cake]

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Hey. I'm so so so sorry for the late reply. I've been sooo busy this past week.  From now on, I promise that I'll update at least once a week. I also wanted to say thank you, it means a lot to me that people on  here actually like what I'm writing. I may not be the best writer or anyting, but thank you for sticking here and actually taking the time to read this. I love all of youuuu!! (p.s: That was so awkward.. oops?)

                                                                             Luke's Pov:

 

I woke up to my head pounding like crazy, just like a heart feels when you run three miles. I groaned a little and opened my eyes, looking around to see where I was. Around me, I saw white walls and some posters that had to do with kids going to the nurse and the nurse curing them, making them feel better. 

Then, I noticed one other thing. I felt my hand have something else on it. When I looked down to my hand I saw another hand. All of his or her's fingers were really small, but they fit perfectly with mine. Slowly, I looked up a bit to his or her's chest. Of course it's a guy. I mean, there's no boobs or anything. 

I kept looking up, just a bit more and saw a guy, A guy with colored hair. Michael. Wait. Michael? 

"Hello," was all he said.

"Why am I here? What happened?" I asked him a series or questions. 

He frowned a little and I started feeling bad for him. "Well, Calum beat you up pretty hard and I brought you to the nurses office because I couldn't leave you like that on the ground."

All of the sudden, I saw a flashback go though my head. 

Flashback.

"Why are you in here," he asked me.

"Um.. same reason you're in here," I lied to him.

He raises his eyebrows," Then why do you have food in here." 

Then, I looked down at the ground. "Because I eat in here." 

"Why don't you eat with your friends?" 

"I only have one friend, and she wouldn't want to hang out with me. She's probably hanging out with her other girl.. friends."

"You could hang out with me though." 

"I highly doubt that I would hang out with Calum or you. You'll probably hurt me too," I whispered the last part."

"Woah , wait. Calum hurts you," he questioned me.

I rolled my eyes and winced getting up, realizing that I'm still hurt from the other night. Slowly, I nodded my head a bit.

"Wait! That's why you have scratches and bruises on you?" 

"Y-Yeah. P-Please don't tell Calum that I told you. He told me if I told anyone, that he would hurt me. Pl-Please," I said as I kept stuttering. 

All of the sudden the door swung open to my stall and it was Calum.  I gulped slightly. 

"You told him, didn't you? You fucking fag, why the fuck did you tell him?"

"I-I didn't," I lied to him. 

He picked me up with his hand on the hem of my shirt," I doubt that. I fucking told you never to tell anyone. That includes my fucking friends." He told me as he punched me in the corner of my mouth.