Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 4

*Luke's Point of View*

Nobody's ever going to love me. The faster that I learn that, the better off I'll be.

I sit in my room, droplets of water still landing on my clothes from my hair. I wipe the tears away from my eyes. Why can't somebody like me for me? I have no friends, not because I am gay, oh no. Our society has, for the most part, gotten over that.

It's because people are afraid what will happen to them if they hang out with me.

I wish I didn't live here, I wish I didn't like Michael. I wish I wasn't gay, I wish I wasn't me.

I get up and walk to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. My face has red blotches on it, and my eyes are bloodshot and appear swollen. My cheeks are stained with my tears. I fall to the ground, placing my hand on the edge of the sink to keep my balance. I let go and I fall back against the tub. I keep crying, until I hear yet another knock.

I keep sitting there, crying. No wonder everybody hates me, I can't even attempt to act like a man. I'll never find anybody, nobody will ever love gay boy.

The person knocks louder, and I ignore it. "Luke, open the door!" I hear a male voice call.

I sigh and wipe my tears again. This seems to natural to me now. I hate the fact that I can't hold back tears. I hate the fact that I cry whenever something gets hard.

I get up off the ground, as the person starts to pound on the door repeatedly.

I slowly unlock the front door and open it. Michael stands there, disgusted for a moment by my appearance. "Laugh it up, Michael!" I scream.

"Calm down, it wasn't my idea what happened earlier. I came to apologise-"

"Apologise my arse!" I cut him off.

"Calm down, Luke. Can I come in?" He asks.

Come on Luke, act on your gross gay imagination.

I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Can I come in?" He repeats.

I move aside, gesturing for him to come in. He smiles and nods as he steps past me. I sigh and close the door. "What do you want?" I ask him quietly, still enraged about he and his friends' stunt earlier. Have you ever had burning coffee poured on you?

"I came to apologise." He tells me, noticeably attempting to not smile.

"Sure, I can tell." I respond sarcastically. I don't think I ever actually liked him. I thought he was hot, and that was the end of it. He isn't a nice person, and certainly not someone I want to be associated with.

"Luke it wasn't my idea." He tries convincing me.

"Yes because you're never at fault! Leave Michael. I don't want to see you again. I am not sure why you like me so much, but I don't like you back." I tell him, turning the tables.

"I'm not gay." He responds, glaring at me.

"Nor am I! I have at least had a girlfriend, though it was a couple years ago; you have never dated anyone. If anyone standing here is gay, it's going to be you." I am sick of being treated the way I have been. I know I am lying. I had a girlfriend, yes. But that was more to convince me that I was not attracted to guys. He is obviously straight, I think. But if I want to stop being harassed, I need to find a voice.

"Luke, I know I was the one that started calling you gay boy. Call me gay as well, because that's what I am."