Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 2

*Luke's Point of View*

As usual, I pick at my food, cutting it up into small bits. I never actually took a bite of it though. My stomach growled with hunger, but my mind told me not to do anything.

Someone pulls out the chair next to me and places their food on the table. They sit down but I do not dare look at them. "Hey... Luke, is it?" He asks me, and I glance up a little to meet the eyes of the boy who roamed by dreams. My breathing hitched as I just smiled my response; my heart fluttering. "Why aren't you eating? Sick or something?" He asks me.

I just keep staring at my food and shake my head. I look slightly down to look at my stomach. Lose weight, nobody wants a fat guy. I told myself. Nobody wants a gay guy around here, either. I added.

I want to hit my head against something, have a better mind set. "Come on mate, eat." He urges. My breathing quickens and I shakily pick up a small part of my dismembered pizza. I smile once again, placing the small chunk into my mouth. I chew it slowly, savouring the taste. I don't eat very often. I am not anorexic, just self-conscious. I eat at home, but never would I eat out when other people are watching me. I get bullied enough. But I just broke my own unwritten rules for the man I want to be with.

"Do you talk?" He asks me. He already seems to be annoyed around me.

I try to find the words to say. I have been dreaming for him to come over to me, and talk to me. I planned out in my head how it was going to go. But now, I can't remember.

"Hello?" He asks.

"I'm sorry." I whisper, knowing I am making a fool out of myself. I pick up my tray and my backpack. I run out of the cafeteria and throw the tray into the nearest trashcan. I feel tears starting to form. "Hey gay boy, where do you think you're going?" Someone asks me as I rush into the bathroom.

A couple people were at the urinals, and looked at me with confusion as I stormed in. I run into one of the two stalls and lock the door. I put my feet up on the seat and try to calm my breathing. The door opens again, as the voices in the bathroom fade away. I sigh, shakily reaching into my bag. Someone opens the door, "Gay boy!" I hear.

I keep my feet on the toilet. I drop my back and my anxiety pills fall out of my bag.

I silently curse and bend forward to grab them. Before I do, they disappear from the ground. "No." I whisper.

I open the stall and run out, trying to grab the bottle. I see Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin standing in front of me, Calum holding my pills in his hand. "What do we have here?" He asks, examining the label.

Get them! Yell at them! I scream at myself, but not saying anything. I reach forward and Ashton slaps my hand away.

"Xanax? Congratulations gay boy, you just rewarded us." Calum smiles.

"Rewarded you?" I whisper.

"Yes, rewarded. You see, I need these. More than you. You take them when you're hating yourself or whatever, I need these to get high! So, you rewarded us for all of our hard work." Calum explains.

"I don't hate myself." I lie, as Michael comes into the bathroom at the same time.

All of them laugh. Even Michael. His face turns a slight shade of red, as he bends over; holding his stomach. "Look Hemmings, you just made my day in more way than one." Calum laughs, wiping a fake tear from his eye.

I push him back, and he drops the pills. I reach down and grab them before Calum and Ashton turn me around and push me up against the wall. "Apologise." Ashton demands.

I struggle beneath his grip, wondering why I pushed him. I needed my Xanax, they cost money which my family does not have a lot of. He grips onto the pill bottle, trying to pry it out of my grip. I keep my hand firmly around it.

Next thing I know I hear a pop then I see pills flying everywhere. "Good job, gay boy." Ashton sighs, as the two leave the bathroom. I shakily bend down, trying to collect them from the dirty tile floor. 

"You shouldn't carry prescription pills around with you." Michael tells me, bending down, collecting them in his hand.

"Are you going to give them to them?" I ask, my lip trembling.

"No, I am helping you collect them." He responds, smiling.

My heart warms, as I drop each pill into the bottle, I have a hard time not looking up. He is so perfect.

"Why were they in your backpack?" He asks me.

"I need them sometimes throughout the day." I respond quietly, yet honestly.

"You're not allowed to." He points out.

I shrug and reply, "The nurse wouldn't let me have them when I needed them. She told me I needed to learn to calm down by myself.  But my panic attacks are severe, and I sometimes pass out."

He nods, placing the pills in the bottle. "Well, bye." He says, getting up and leaving the restroom. I scared him off. I know I did. I cap the bottle and place it back in my bag. The bell sounds, and I try my best not to cry as I head off to class.