"Hey luke!"
I ignore the voice and continue walking. I hear them call another time and I finally stop walking. I turn and see Michael. I sigh and wait for him to talk.
He smiled at me and spoke. "How are you today?" I roll my eyes and stay silent.
"I asked you a question, Hemmings."
"And I don't want to answer your question, Clifford."
He grabbed my arm and dragged me to the washroom. I stay silent not wanting him to hurt me.
"I asked you a fucking question, Lucas Robert Hemmings." He growls as he pushes me against the washroom wall.
I bite my lip looking up at him. I miss how great his kisses were. I miss how he would always cheer me up and make me feel better about myself. I miss how he always said yes to everything I asked for, making me spoiled.
"I miss you." I whisper as I look into his eyes.
His face softened as he smiled at me. "I miss you too." I lean in slightly hoping I won't be tricked again.
He leaned in as well.
He stopped and started laughing.
I know exactly what happened. I lean back against the washroom wall and look down.
"Y-you actually thought I would kiss you?" He laughed as I cover my face.
"You're fucking hallucinating if you think I would ever kiss you again." He says while texting someone.
"fuck you"
he looked up at me and smirks. "we already did, remember?" i look up at him in shock.
"do you need to be reminded?" i shake my head but of course, him being michael, he doesn't take no for an answer.
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why did this take so long to publish. this isn't even a good chapter wtf-
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Historical Fiction"You see those two? Yeah them, look at the one with dyed red hair and green eyes- no not her the one next to her- yeah him.. his name's Michael.." ~~ Luke Hemmings, the one with the messy blonde hair, most friends are girls- yeah him- he has the big...
