four; cliffings? no wait, what about hemmford?
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michael's POV
"so," luke awkwardly cleared his voice. "team name?"
i simply shrugged my shoulders, kicking at the floor with the toe of my ruined converse. i didn't have the nerve to be able to talk to him. or at least, not yet. though i doubted i ever would. "well that was helpful," luke muttered under his breath. i felt the immediate urge to throw myself out the window.
"so your last name's clifford, right?" he tried again. i nodded a yes. "okay, so we could, like, combine our last names." i just shrugged again. "damn, are you mute or something?"
i only shook my head in embarrassment, keeping my eyes on the mini whiteboard in front of me.
"um...okay," luke frowned. "anyway, our last names together would be what?" he mumbled, mostly to himself, then chewed on his lip. god damn it that's hot, i thought spitefully.
"cliffings? no wait, what about hemmford?" his eyes lit up, before darkening again. "never mind, they both suck."
"clemmings?" i forced myself to whisper after a moment of uncomfortable silence. luke's head jerked up.
"what did you say?"
"clemmings," i repeated nervously, a little louder before, and i felt my cheeks heating up. luke immediately noticed, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
"clemmings. i like it," he said, in a vaguely deeper voice than before, writing the name in the top corner of our whiteboard. i immediately uncapped my marker and drew a perfect rectangle around it, needing it to look organized.
when i sat back in my chair again, i saw luke watching me out of the corner of my eye. professor morgan suddenly spoke up, snapping luke out of it. "well, what are the team names?"
when it came to us, he asked, "michael, team name?"
i felt myself sinking into my chair, pulling at the hem of my hoodie sleeves as if in defense. meanwhile, the professor was tapping his foot impatiently and i could feel everyone staring at me. i felt tears sting my eyes and my tongue was dry in my mouth.
"um," luke finally broke the silence. "clemmings."
professor morgan sighed, but wrote the name on the board. i was almost relieved when professor morgan said, "michael, could you stay after class a few minutes? thanks."
i just nodded, feeling the warmth of luke's eyes on me once again.
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high score ✩ muke
Fanfiction❝ i'll get the high score, clifford. just you watch. ❞ ❝ i do have a good view, don't i? ❞ ----- a resurrected story of mine, originally from june 2015. this will be re-uploaded slowly, as i'm re-translating an italian version of it back into engli...
