School. I hated school. School was the place I had to completely mask who I was. I had to be, first of all, straight. I had to be interested in football and Fifa. I wasn't allowed to read my magazines. However, I was most definitely able to check out the girls dresses, because... well it looked as if I was checking them out when in reality I was just staring in awe at their dresses. Or in disgust if they were Ashley Anderson or Lily Brown.
I strode into school that day determined that I would be confident. Confidence is key, confidence is key. I told myself repeatedly as I met up with my 'best' friend Calum Hood.
"Alright Luke?" Calum said, slapping me on the back, "did you see the game on Saturday?"
"Uh..." I bit my lip, nodding a little. I hadn't seen the game but this kind of thing happened a lot, the thing to do was to just play along, "Man U, am I right or am I right?"
"What?" Calum laughed, "wrong team, dude! But they saved this amazing goal..." I zoned out as Calum rambled on about football until something caught my eye. Macy Littlewood. Not her as so much her new coat. Macy had taken needlework as a GCSE and needless to say, I was a huge fan. I was also incredibly jealous because she was a girl so it was socially acceptable to wear girly clothes.
"I um... I have to go to class, bye, Cal," I mumbled as I followed Macy to our class. I was in Macy's English class and I often sat near her so I could see what she was wearing on that particular day.
But that day, Macy had sat down in the middle row and I, being the klutz I am, had to go and quite literally trip over my own feet. I put my hands out to save myself and luckily I didn't face plant the floor but my bag wasn't so lucky. It was as if it happened in slow motion as the contents of my bag spilled onto the floor, right by Macy's desk. She hurried to pick all of it up for me but paused when she saw something.
"Oh I uh.. th-that's not mine," I stuttered as I quickly tried to grab the magazine from her.
"Vogue?" Macy said, clearly intrigued, "I haven't got this issue yet!" she said, excitedly flipping through it.
"It's not mine," I mumbled half heartedly, because seeing the excitement on Macy's face when she saw the winter dresses which I had circled in pink highlighter made me feel happy.
"Hi, I'm-" Macy started.
"Macy Littlewood, I know," I blurted, "n-not that I knew that I just I know you because- well I- everyone knows you- I'm Luke Hemmings." I ended up fumbling over the words but sighed in relief when I realised I'd been able to get my name out.
"These are gorgeous aren't they?" Macy babbled excitedly, pointing to a red waterfall dress which had been starred by me.
"Yes! But I don't like the straps on them, I think they could be a little more subtle to accent the-" I blurted before I stopped with a sharp intake of breath as I realised what I'd been blabbing on about.
"To accent the bodice?" Macy asks.
"No, the colour," I said quickly.
"I hadn't actually thought about that," Macy says, seeming genuinely interested and excited by my knowledge of fashion, "because the red-"
"Settle down class!" the teacher strides in, shouting and making me jump in my seat, making Macy giggle at me.
"Here's my number," Macy whispered, scribbling it down on a piece of paper she had ripped out from her book, "I want to show you some stuff at my house some time, you might like it! Text me, okay?"
I nodded in response. Macy didn't care. Macy didn't care if I was interested in women's fashion. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop the stupid grin from showing.
"Hello, you must be new?" the teacher shouted as a new student walked into the classroom and sat down next to me. Wow he's cute. I thought to myself.
And he has purple hair. Like purple fluffy candy floss. I had to stop myself from giggling.
"I'm Michael," the new boy mumbled in a low voice, making my heart flutter.
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a/n *chanting* MUKE MUKE MUKE
hope y'all are enjoying it so far (:
~Teddy
