Different ❤Cake❤

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Calum

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" The circle that formed around Luke and I screamed and chanted. I honestly felt bad for him. I'de never really hurt him physically. Maybe I would shove him, but that's as far as it goes.

"You're one crazy psychotic dick face you know that right?" I snap. He looks away and shrugs.

"Listen Rice Farmer-" I laugh at this. "-Make up some better comebacks, or I may just fall asleep right here," His lips curve into a devious smile.

"Whatever, I don't wanna waste my time on this, I mean, you're nothing,"

"I know," his voice comes out kitten soft and I feel my heart shatter. He takes a step back. I see the hurt in his blue eyes, and know I've crossed the line. Another pang of guilt washes through my entire chest, stabs me, and quickly runs off.  Why? I have no idea. I always end up regretting what I say to him though, and I still seem to do it. Why? I have no idea. Maybe I'm mentally challenged.

"What are you scared?" It came out totally wrong. I wanted to be sympathetic. But it just didn't work.

"N-No," He rolls his eyes, and a tear falls down his cheek. He quickly brushes it off with his sleeve. "Why would I be scared?" a few more follow. People start shouting things at him. Cry baby. Wimp. Just two of the ones I could hear. He starts crying harder, the tears at an eness cycle. He shoves me and many other people out of the way. He takes off running down the hall. A group of higher class men grab my arms and smile.

"Let's go play Smear the Queer, obviously you hate his guts," One of them says and pulls me fore ward. The way Luke went. 

No.

I'm dragged farther.

His grip is tight, even if I tried, I couldn't have gotten away. Too scared, too frightend. But that's inconsiderate, how do you think Luke is gonna feel? I want to punch my self in fact. Square in the face.

"QUEER!" The guy screams. I look up to see Luke insight. He stops and turns around, my heart sinks. I wanna scream so badly to tell him to run, but I don't. My mouth won't do it, and his grip makes sure of that.

His watery eyes gro large. With a quick spin he takes off running. I just hope he's faster than them.

His legs pump fast, but mine don't move.

"Come on Hood run after him," He lets my arm go and I start running. Uncontrollably I should say. I've never pushed myself faster than now. They won't hurt Luke. I won't let them. He turns around for a second and his eyes catch mine. I try to mouth go but he turns around before I can. He thinks I'm chasing after him now. Fuck. I mean he has before, but now its worse.

"Yeah go Hood! Get his little gay ass!" I turn around to see them  closer than I want. I smile and nod and run faster. I feel my eyes start to burn. This is my fault. This is all my fault. If only I had left this poor kid alone..

My legs don't tire as easily, I'm in shape, but Luke keeps going. Yet I can tell he just wants to stop. He shoves open the school doors and loses time deciding which way to go. I run fast, soon I'm going faster than him. He looks back and thats all I need. I grab his arm and he flies back into me. The impact almost makes me fall back, but I catch myself. He screams a defening. hurt howl and tries to pry my fingers from his arm. Digging into me with all his power.

"L-Luke calm down," I whisper, out of breath. The word is shattered, but I force it

"Don't hurt me," He's also out of breath. He cries harder , so damn hard. I just want to cup his cheeks and whisper sweet things to him and calm his tears, but I cant. I try to find the words. But I'm losing time. He tries to get away again, but I'm stronger. 

"Run," I whisper and let him go. Failure. And he just looks at me. God that look..

I give him a shove. "Run you idiot," I hiss. He backs up and takes off running again.  My eyes prick and I know I'm crying. I watch him run, I watch him run for the longest time.before I'm shoved from behind.

"The hell man?!" The higher class man that got me to run after him shouts. I look down and rid the tears. Hatred for this guy...

"Sorry, I lost my grip, I'm tired," I lie. He scoffs. It brings hate to him from me. I know im not innocent but Id never! Fuck shit bastard. Yet all my mental cursing doesn't help, because he and his friends continue to run.

My heart sinks once again, now you see how difficult being different can be..