Pranks | Muke

Chapter Two

-Michael's point of view-

Over the five years I had spent at this school, I had never payed that close attention to Luke. The blonde boy is in a lot of my classes, however the most I had ever spoken to him was "do you know the answer to number seven?"

Now, I sat in the half-painted head-teacher's office preparing for an earfull from Mr. Smith about my behaviour. Really, the pure matter of how much trouble I was about to get in should have made a little more impact on me, but it didn't. My mind was corrupted by Luke Hemmings.

"Michael, are you listening?" Mr. Smith's annoying and bellowing voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Yes, sir." I lied.

"Good. Now, about your punishment: for the rest of this academic year, you're to spend an extra hour everyday after school to help the janitor clean up the place. Don't expect pay from this."

"But sir, I have a life!" I didn't really, but anything to get me out of what sounded like torture for the next few months.

"You should have thought about that before you vandalised this room."

"I don't regret it at all," I mumbled under my breath, low enough so that the intimidating yet irritating man couldn't hear.

**

It was a relief to escape the new paint smell in the office. Over the years I had learnt to ignore every word that escapes a teacher's mouth, however I couldn't block smell. That, and the sight of a tall boy with a lip ring approaching me.

He walked up to me timidly, all of the confidence in him I saw that morning gone, and smiled guiltily. "What's your punishment?"

"Why the hell do you want to know? So you can make sure it's bad enough for me?" I shot back, glaring. Luke's face should have annoyed me, like Mr. Smith, but somehow it didn't. His facial expression was innocent and made me want to pinch his cheeks - but that thought also made me slightly uncomfortable.

Luke frowned. "I only did what was right."

"What was right was letting me get away with it, and I would have if you didn't shove your nose into all of this. I don't even know you!" I threw my hands up into the air, signalling how frustrated I was. But when I started walking through the empty hall, Luke only followed me.

"Well, I got your attention, didn't I?" Luke spoke as he stayed close behind my right shoulder. He spoke softly, more pleased than upset.

"You're an idiot if you think that's good attention." I snapped.

Instead of sassing me back, Luke grabbed my shoulder and span me around to face him. He smiled innocently again, "if you want to get me back for it then, feel free." He turned the opposite corner before I could even open my mouth to speak, so when I did, I stood there alone awe-struck at the scene that just unfolded.

Maybe I should have concentrated on this Luke a little more; he's more interesting than I thought.

**

Luke's comment didn't leave my mind the entire day. Of course I would get revenge on him. It's only fair, right? But, in order to do that, I had to get close to the boy. Not that I didn't mind. His face is far from an eye-sore. I assured myself I'm not attracted to him though, of course not, I'm straight.

"Luke," I grabbed his arm as he walked out of the last class of the day. "You're right. You only did what's best. And I do deserve my punishment. But that's not enforced until tomorrow, so I have time on my hands if you want to hang out."

Luke stared at me for a couple of long seconds in confusion. Meanwhile, I pleaded with my eyes. A curve then forced on Luke's lips and he dramatically sighed. "I'm not vandalising with you, Michael."

"We can do a lame good-boy thing if it suits you." I intended to offend Luke.

"You don't even know me, I could be the baddest boy in this school."

"Who snitches on me? Please." Rolling my eyes, I let go of Luke's arm and walked away. Not to my surprise, he followed close behind. "You're so lame, I bet you couldn't even pull a successful prank."

"We'll see," Luke smoothly and swiftly took a nintey-degree turn, leaving me to subconciously follow. But, I was nowhere near as smooth as the blonde, so I ended up tripping over my own feet and falling to the floor with a thump. "See?"

"My first impression of you isn't stupid anymore." I groaned in pain, "it's that you're cruel."

"And mine of you is that you have bad hand-eye coordination, and you're kinda cute." Luke pulled out his hand to help me up, which I reluctantly took. His comment on me being cute took me by surprise. A boy had never called me cute infront of me before, and I didn't know how to feel. Either way, Luke was probably joking. I'm hot, not cute. "I've decided on where we're going." Luke said as I finally pulled myself back onto my feet.

"Please not a dungeon where you're going to torture me more."

"Not today," Luke replied nonchalantly, "we're going to my house."
Perfect, I thought; all good pranks are based in the vitim's home. And now I had two reasons to get revenge: make Luke regret getting me into trouble, and also prove that I'm not cute at all. Even if he is - only slightly, though.

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Hello thank you for all of the good feedback on the last chapter :) I've got a lot of ideas for this story so get ready!!

Also, since it's only starting, do you guys have any prank ideas that you would like to see in this?

I'll be updating this story quite often js. Okay bye. :)
-Celia