Warning Signs || Muke Clemmings

Chapter One

Luke stood silently, staring at the front entrance to his new school, sighing deeply. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before walking into the large building and approaching a young lady at the front desk.

"Hello, how may I help you?" Her loud, confident voice spoke, no emotion showing what so ever. Luke stood there silent for a moment, not sure what to say.

"Uh-.. Uhm, I'm a new student.. L-Luke Hemmings..?" He stuttered nervously, sounding more like he was asking than stating. The young lady nodded, turning her attention toward her computer. She typed in a few things before clicking on the screen. A printer next to her started beeping and moving loudly, causing Luke to jump at first. The lady, whose identification card read 'Hailey', looked at him slightly, rolling her eyes at how jumpy he was. She took the paper that had just printed, holding it out toward luke. A hesitant Luke took hold of the paper, thanking her so quietly it was almost inaudible. He looked down at the paper, assuming it was his schedule. It read :
'Period one: math
Period two: history
Period three: advanced English
Grade ten lunch
Period four: PE
Period five: advanced science
Period six: advanced art'
Luke sighed, looking down at his schedule as he walked down the abandoned halls. He was looking at the first room number. 408. He looked up, searching for the room number, bumping into another boy hard causing them both onto the floor. Papers, books, and binders lay scattered all over between the tall blonde Luke and another boy with bright red hair. Michael sat there, his eyes shut tightly in pain with his left hand on his head where they collided. Luke looked at him, tears forming in his eyes.

"I-I am so s-sorry.." Luke said quietly, looking at the other boy whom he had yet to find the name of. Michael looked at him, a glare upon his face.

"Yeah whatever." He muttered, quickly gathering his things before running down the hall tears streaming down his cheeks that Luke hadn't seen. Luke stood up slowly, looking to the floor and realizing the red haired boy had taken his schedule by mistake.

"Shit.. N-now what do I do?" He asked himself, his anxiety taking over his brain. He was panicking hard core. "Oh god.. What the the room number again..?" He asked himself, holding back the tears with all his will. "Four o' eight!" He suddenly remembered, looking around for the number. He stood in front of room 380. He noticed the numbers gradually increased in the direction the boy he'd ran into went. Luke wiped away a single tear that slipped down his cheek before rushing that way, skidding to a halt at room 408. He took a shaky breath, wiping his eyes once more before slowly opening the door and walking in nervously. Everyone turned their head toward the door, including the teacher.

"Excuse me, who are you and what do you think you're doing interrupting my class?" She demanded harshly. Luke looked at her, fear in his eyes. Tears were forming again. "I-I'm a new student.." He managed in a shaky voice. The teacher's hard, strict face softened. "Oh, I am so sorry! Luke, right? Class this is our new student, Luke Hemmings. Please, you can have a seat next to that curly haired fool in the back, Ashton." She smiled sweetly, gesturing toward a cheeky boy with curly blonde hair in the back who wore a huge grin on his face. Luke nodded as he walked awkwardly toward Ashton, taking a seat to his left. Ashton followed the tall, skinny figure walking toward him. Luke was wearing a long sleeved flannel shirt with black skinny jeans, that had a rip in the knee, and black combat boots.

"I'm Ashton." He flashed a cheeky grin at Luke, holding his hand out toward him. Luke hesitantly took Ashton's hand in his.

"I-I'm Luke.." He replied in a quiet, shaky voice. He looked around the room searching for the red haired boy, hoping he would be in here so he could get his schedule back. Ashton watched him, raising an eyebrow.

"You okay?" He asked in a concerned voice with a thick, deep Australian accent. Luke looked at him quickly, unsure of what to say. In his last school, everyone hated him. He was told everyday that he was "worthless" "a piece of shit" "waste of space" "faggot" and to kill himself. He actually attempted three times in the last semester before his mum made him pick up and move so he could start over. Luke wasn't use to people asking him that other this his mum.

"I was, uh, looking for someone. I-I bumped into a boy with dyed red hair in the hallway and he must've taken my schedule by mistake.." He said nervously. Ashton nodded, listening to the nervous boy talk.

"Dyed red hair? I think you're talking about Michael. We're good friends so I'll bring you to him and get it back for you?" He replied with a bright smile at Luke. Luke just simply nodded with a small, fake smile before pretending to pay attention.

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Once the bell had rung, Luke and Ashton stood up. Luke followed Ashton nervously down the hallway chatting with him about meaningless things until he spotted a familiar colored hair. The red haired boy had turned around, searching for his friend Ashton in the crowded halls. Luke finally got a good look at his face. He had light green eyes, and features that absolutely mesmerized Luke. Ashton grinned, waving Michael over.

"Hey Mikey!" Ashton said happily, giving Michael a huge hug before pulling away. "Oh, Mikey, this is Luke. He's new." Ashton said, gesturing to the taller blonde standing beside him. Michael looked at him, getting his first good look at Luke Hemmings. Michael looked into his crystal blue eyes, being entranced by them. He snapped out of it when he could feel Ashton's eyes on him. Michael quickly changed his expression to a glare.

"Aren't you the dumbass who ran into me this morning?" Michael said rudely, giving Luke a disgusted look. Luke bit his lip, chewing on his lip ring in fear.

"I-I really am so sorry.. I d-didn't m-mean too.." He uttered, feeling small as Michael scoffed. Ashton watched awkwardly. Typical Michael, being cold and mean to the world, just like he felt it was to him.

"Yeah right, whatever. I accidentally took your schedule. Here take it, clumsy." He muttered, holding out a neatly folded paper toward Luke. Luke hesitated to take it, scared by Michael's cruel words and harsh expression. He grabbed it, his thumb on top of the paper. This was a mistake. The angle he had his arm at caused his flannel sleeve to fall down about half way down his lower arm, revealing newer red cuts and deep scars. Luke's face got warm, tears flooding his eyes as he saw michael's eyes widen at the site. His once harsh expression was now concerned. Luke quickly gripped the paper and darted down the hall. He didn't even know where he was going, he just didn't want to face whatever questions he expected Michael and Ashton to shoot at him. 'So much for starting over.' He thought to himself as he could no longer hold the tears back anymore.

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(A/N) ew yeah I know it's short and sucky but It's currently three in the morning and I can't sleep so I guess I'm making a Muke fanfic? Let's see where this goes..