Teach Me || Muke

Monday

*Monday*

Luke P.O.V.

I sat in my final period of the day wishing for two things: one, for time to move faster, and two, for time to move slower. Number one was my wanting school to end becuase English was such a boring class and the essay we were currently writing gave me a huge headache. Number two was because I really didn't want to start teaching Michael how to date. Sure he was my best friend and I loved the guy, but I didn't know how to teach him something like this. When I voiced my concerns of not being a suitable teacher, he scoffed and said, "You've been on plenty of dates. I know you know what you're doing. And you'll be a fine teacher! It's in your blood."

He had a point. I had been on a bunch of dates and my mum was a teacher. Maybe teaching math was in my blood. But something told me that my mum hadn't ever taught anyone how to construct a proper date. This I didn't say to him.

When the final bell rang, everyone jumped out of their seats, rushed to their lockers, and out of the school. Today I took my time, trying to gather my thoughts as I walked. I forced every thought of romance from every corner of my brain to the surface. This was going to be odd and I knew it.

By the time I got to my locker, Michael was already standing there, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he anxiously waited for me to grab the books I needed.

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"What's first on the agenda, Mr. Hemmings?" Michael said cheekily to me. He was sitting in my desk chair while I stood by a whiteboard I kept for making notes about school due dates although it was usually used to advertise logos of bands I was currently obsessed with. I inwardly sighed as I thought back on erasing the AC DC logo this morning.

I uncapped the marker and turned to face Michael who had a look of sarcastic eagerness on his face.

"So, Michael, considering this is your first date and it's in only a few days, we will have to cram," I began. "Forget everything you think you know about dating. Clear your mind entirely of the topic so we cn start fresh."

"Yes, sir," he said, his smile still in place. I knew it wouldn't be long before that disappeared.

"There's a lot to cover on this subject. Today we will be starting with the fundamentals of the date itself. Just the basics," I said. "Like what to do on the date and how to be pleasant to her."

As much as I hated taking time out of my day to show Michael the dating process, I knew it would be fun. Well, fun for me. Michael was right about the teaching blood. I loved my mother to bits but it was because of her I knew how to become the demonic creature that is an instructor. So if this was going to be fun for me, it would be hell for Michael.

"You're taking Jamie to see a movie, right?" I said.

"Yes." Michael answered. He looked quite pleased with himself.

"What movie?" I asked.

Michael paused. "I don't know," he said. "Not really sure what she's in to. Maybe something action?"

"Wrong answer," I said.

Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "Not action?"

"No," I said. "Action isn't off the charts."

"Then why am I wrong?" He asked, looking stressed already.

I felt myself sympathize with him. Michael Clifford was the type of person who never admitted a) defeat, or b) that he was wrong. If he lost a video game to me, he'd make up an excuse like 'I was going easy on you. It's Earth Day after all.' or 'I think I might have sprained my thumb...' So the fact that he was openly asking for help meant that he was serious.

"Rule Number One," I said and wrote on the board as I spoke. "Always let the girl pick the movie. It may be a movie you'll like or it may a movie you'll hate. Doesn't matter. The decision is completely and utterly hers."

This was a major rule in the dating world. If you just picked a movie and asumed she would like it, it made you look rude.

I heard Michael 'humph' in discontent. I turned around. "What's the problem?"

"That seems a bit unfair," Michael muttered.

I nodded. "Yeah but it's a rule that must be obeyed no matter what."

"But why can't we just compromise or something?" He asked and fiddled with the bottom of his baseball shirt.

"You want her happy, Michael, even if that means sacrificing your mental well-being for a night," I explained.

He sighed and wrote it down in a notebook he insisted on bringing. "I want to be able to study", he had said when I questioned him on it.

"Okay, what else?" He asked, running a hand through his green hair, making it even easier than before.

Quickly, I braced myself, knowing he wouldn't like the next rule.

"Rule Number two," I said. "You pay for everything."

"Seriously??!?"

I sighed. This was going to be a long week.

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