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College was awful, especially when you're alone. Luke wasn't alone tho, well not all the time because Calum was also having his classes here. Despite their different schedules, they managed to have lunch-time together sometimes.
Today wasn't a really good day. Luke had always Jack and the memories of Ashton's kiss two days ago in mind and he couldn't concentrate. He was drawing doodles on his notebook, not paying attention at all.
When the bell finally rang Luke was relieved, he rushed outside not really looking where he was going, he had his eyes glued on his phone when all of a sudden someone bumped into him violently.
"Woah look where you're going man." He said looking at the boy, he was tall, not taller than Luke but tall.
"What is your problem fag?" The boy spat walking dangerously close to Luke.
"I said look where you're going." The blue-eyed boy said, his fists already clenched, he hated when people called him by names.
"Or what?" He said smirking and eyeing at Luke from hair to toe, judging him. "What are you gonna do... little girl?"
Luke clenched his jaw. His heart was already pouncing way louder than usual and the familiar heat was burning into his chest making it hard to breathe. The blonde locked his eyes with the other boy for a second, he thought about the possibilities, but no one seemed reasonable.
So he just gave up and threw his fist to the guy's face, Luke wasn't the master of his body anymore the anger had total control over him and the blonde wasn't really aware of his actions. He stumbled a few meters back, his hands holding his jaw and then he threw his fist back at Luke. The blonde's arcade was dripping blood but he didn't care, all he wanted was to hit the guy. Luke threw another fist, and a second, a third and a fourth. The poor guy was on the floor, hiding his face behind his hands to avoid Luke's fists and hopefully, someone grabbed the taller boy's shoulder violently pressing him against his chest.
"Let me go!" He screamed, not seeing the person."Get your hands off of me son of a bitch."
The guy turned him and he slapped his face violently. Shutting Luke up. The blonde's hand moved instantly to his cheek and his face dropped when he saw the kiwi boy standing in front of him. Calum's hands fell from his friend's shoulders and he dragged him to a quieter place.
"The fuck were you thinking Hemmings?" Calum screamed while he locked the men's restroom. "You want to be expelled? Is that what you want?" Calum poked Luke's forehead and the blonde cringed, that shit hurts.
The young Hemmings shook his head, blood dripping from his eyebrow while his left cheek was blue-ish. It wasn't his fault, he tried to stop it he really did. Many tears made their way on his pretty cheeks and one second later he was sobbing silently, his arms alongside his body standing in the middle of the restroom while Calum was looking at him sadly.
"Come here." Calum sighed opening his arms.
"I'm sorry." Luke said snuggling his nose into Calum's neck. "I'm sorry Cal, I-"
"I know, I know it's okay." Calum rubbed his back soothingly. "Wanna tell me what happened between you two?"
"He called me..." He hiccupped. "A f-fag."
Calum grumbled under his breath, holding Luke tighter. "You know what fuck him, I'm sure he's a frustrated gay boy too afraid to come out." Luke giggled softly. "He's just jealous of you because you're out and proud."
