birthday baby // muke sequel

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Lukes POV

One hit

Two hits

Three hits

That's all it took to send me to the ground.

Standing up for myself doesn't work. There was no use in trying. There was no use in trying to believe the words Michael tell me either.

I'm not worth anything.

I'm not beautiful.

I'm not skinny.

I'm not important.

I closed my eyes, and sobbed, letting the guys scream hateful words at me, and beat me up.

People were surrounding like vultures, and I don't understand how a teacher hasn't noticed.

A few seconds passed, and I heard a loud whistle. I opened one eye, and the principle stood in the middle, looking pissed.

The noise died out around me.

I opened my eyes, and saw Michael push past the principle, stepping around me, and slamming the new kid who was hitting me the most, on the the wall.

"Don't you ever lay your hands on him again, got it?!" Michael yelled in his face, making me shiver.

The kid nodded, pushing Michael off of him.

"Clifford.." The principle warned, and Michael just shrugged, walking over to me, and picking me up. He held me on his hip, and I laid down on his shoulder.

"I don't ever want to see something like this happen ever again! I am aware of Luke's conditions, and I'm aware this wasn't a fight! It's just bullying! All of you boys in my office! Now!" He yelled, face turning red.

"And everyone get to class! If me or the teachers hear any of you talking about this, laughing about this, or even joking about this, you will be suspended!" He yelled, and turned around, as everyone scurried to class.

I carried Luke to the principals office, and brought him into the same room as the guys who hurt him.

"Four against one. Seems fair." Mr. Jefferson, the principal, said, sitting behind his desk.

We all stayed silent, as Luke moved from my lap, to the seat next to me.

He threw Luke a tissue box, and Luke lightly smiled, pressing one to his nose to stop the bleeding.

"I'm disappointed. Really disappointed. If this was fight, I wouldn't be as concerned, honestly. But Luke couldn't fight back, and you guys used that to your advantage." He sighed.

"M-Mr. Jefferson?" Luke asked quietly.

"Yes?" He asked, turning to Luke.

"Where's your trash can?" He asked.

"Oh. It's right over there." He said, pointing to the door.

Luke nodded, throwing a the first bloody tissue into the bin beside the door, and grabbing another to press to his nose.

Before anything else could be said, Luke chirped in again.

"Mr. Jefferson. I don't think it's fair for them to get in trouble. I mean, this has happened before, they were just the first to get caught." He said.

"Exactly. They were the first ones to get caught, therefore they will be the first ones to be punished." He said, typing in his computer.

Once he was done, he turned back to us all.