Pranks | Muke

Chapter Five

-Michael's point of view-

Today was the first day of many where I had to endure the cleaning punishment after school. The word 'punishment' only reminded me of Luke - obviously because it was his fault that I was in this situation, not anything else. No.

The last bell of the day rang, and since I was on a schedule, I packed my bag quickly in attempt to be the first person out of the class. However my attempts to this failed, as I was held back by a schemish-looking Luke. "Are you doing anything after school today?"

"What do you think?" Rolling my eyes to the blonde's ignorance, I started to make my way out of the door. But this only made Luke grab my arm to pull me back.

"You are?"

"No," I scoffed. "If you don't remember, you're the person who landed me a permanent position cleaning the school everyday."

Luke paused and furrowed his eyebrows. His eyes showed confusion, but they soon faded back to his usual cockiness. "Oh." He said, "I'll join you then."

"Erm, no." I spoke sarcastically. Truthfully, I wouldn't mind spending more time with the boy I had grown to somehow like. However he couldn't know that - he would probably take advantage of the fact.

"Well you don't have a choice." Luke began to pack his own messenger bag now, "I'm doing it anyway."

I opened my mouth to speak, yet nothing came out. Objecting would not make a difference to this boy. He had made his mind, and anyway, this meant that I wouldn't be alone now.

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To my surprise, Luke wasn't too bad at cleaning; infact he did nearly all of my work for me. We dusted the boys' changing rooms, picking up lost underwear and socks. It was horrible really - it didn't smell particuarly great and I was forced to touch used underwear. Despite this, it was fun being with a side of Luke that does not constantly want to annoy you.

"Michael," Luke said. "Give me your arm." It was five minutes before the two of us could leave the school. I sat on one of the benches underneath a clothes peg. Luke stood behind me, which meant that I had no idea of what he was holding in his hands.

"Why?" I sighed. My arms subconsiously folded across my chest.

"Just because," the boy behind me hummed.

"Fine." I reached out my arm behind my head, then felt Luke grab my wrist. Cool metal came into contact with my skin and I listened as a loud 'click' sound was evident from where my arm was. Before I could move my arm to see what had just happened, Luke tugged me back forcefully.

"Oh, shit." He said.

"What the hell did you do," I moaned. Finally Luke let go of my arm so I could look at it: an adult-sized handcuff was locked around my wrist, and it was on tight. I was lost for words as I glanced back at a guilty looking Luke. Before he could explain himself, I yanked my handcuffed arm towards myself, sending Luke my way as well due to the fact that he was holding the other end of the chain.

"Wait," Luke said as he fiddled with the other handcuff. He reached for something nearby to attatch me to, which happened to be a wooden pole that hell four coat hangers, but before he could attatch me to it I yanked the chain again.

"No way are you handcuffing me to the school," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. It was obvious of what Luke was doing - because I had pulled a similar prank on a boy before.

"Well, you have no choice. I'm the one in control of the handcuff." Luke spoke, struggling to pull me back towards the pole.

Luckily I was rather strong and muscular, unlike Luke, so I had the advantage. "You should have thought this through." I said, yanking harder than before. Luke landed on my lap, handcuff still firmly gripped in his hands. "Now, please unlock me."

"No." Luke breathed. The entire situation had begun to get a little heated now: the two of us, both sweaty, fought for control of the metal handcuff. The one already attached to my right wrist was digging into my skin, resulting in groans of pain to escape my mouth. Suddenly Luke accidently lost control of the now open handcuff: it was thrown into the air, not too far considering the chain it was attached on, and landed perfectly on Luke's wrist.

The metal clicked shut, and to make it worse, Luke wriggled his wrist resulting in the lock being secured. The two of us froze; reality of us both being chained together hitting us. "Well, Luke." I sighed furiously. "Look at what you did!"

"What I did?" He said, growing as angry as me. Obviously this was not planned, otherwise he would have a smile on his face. "You're the one who let the damn chain fly in the air!"

The situation was terrible really, we sat close together unintenionally and attached by a cool metal chain. It took a deep breath to not hit Luke with my free hand. "Look,"  I breathed, "just get the key and unlock us so I can get as far away from you as possible."

Luke frowned, but thankfully obliged. He fiddled in his coat pocket carefully as I stared, and when it wasn't there, he tried the opposite pocket. Then his jean pockets, then the floor. "Oh-"

"Don't you dare say-" I started, but was interupted by the loud rattle of chains between Luke and me.

 

"I can't find the key." The boy finished, looking regretful.

Finally, since Luke decided to attatch me to the metal, I snapped. I threw my arms up into the air, causing Luke's left one to be pulled up by the chain, and shouted: "You idiot!" My voice was raspy over the feeling erupting in my stomach. But it wasn't butterflies this time. It was pure anger.

Luke bowed his head, "this wasn't supposed to happen. I can easily get another key from the store I got it from. It'll be open again on Saturday."

I could not belive what I was hearing. I would have to be stuck to Luke for three days. "That's not good enough!" I cried out in physical and emotional pain, "break into the store, something, I just refuse to be with you for longer than an hour."

 Luke looked hurt. He seemed so small under my anger, but I couldn't help myself. We had only started this game days ago, and already the pranking had been taken too far. "I-I'm sorry," Luke apologised and it looked genuine.

"Sorry won't unattatch us," I shouted. Not only was my voice bellowing, but it was straight into Luke's ear. "What about private time? How will we sleep, how will we pee?"

"We're both boys." Luke said. Finally he got his voice back. "It won't be that awkward." He looked hurt. Of course I had a right to be angry; but maybe not to the extent I took it to.

Sighing, I took another breath in attempt to calm down. "After this is over, our 'game' is over. Okay?"

"Okay." Luke nodded sheepishly.

The clock finally turned the desired hometime, leaving me to abrubtly stand up and make my way towards the changing room door. Luke followed close behind, of course. "Oh, and Luke?" I said, turning carefully to avoid the metal chain going into a knot. "I'm the one who decides where and what the two of us do. For the next three days, you are under the control of me."

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Michael's dom side is slowly coming out.

Guys tysm for the good lucks on the last author's note, ilysm.

I hope you liked this chapter. Do you think Luke took it too far with the handcuffs?
Ily guys, there will be an update soon. :)

-Celia