Bullied By Michael Clifford - Muke

The Beginning

"But, Michael... I love you," Hannah yelled, her slim face red and fiery.

I rolled my eyes. This was continuous. Whenever I broke up with a girl, they always have me the same stupid excuse which is that they love me. It's bullshit. My relationships barely last a week, and that's not enough time to fall in love. It just makes me want to dump them even more.

Don't get me wrong, Hannah and I had some great times. In the four days we've been together, we've had sex eight times. I mean, it's great. But there comes a time when they get boring and I need to move on to the next.

"Go to class, Hannah. We're through." I insisted. We were behind the Biology block and class was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but I couldn't give two shits about Algebra so I'll just stay here and smoke until I get caught.

"Fuck you, Michael Clifford! I should've listened to Jessica when she told me you were a stuck up asshole!" She screamed, before storming off.

I chuckled and pulled out my cigarette packet out of my black jeans, pulling one out and putting the box back. Then, I flicked on my lighter and fired it up, before taking a long drag. Much better than Algebra. I exhaled, closing my eyes at the feeling.

"Um, hello," my eyes snapped open at an unfamiliar, shaky voice.

I turned around and saw a scrawny boy I'd never seen before. He was pale with a wheat-blonde quiff and sea blue eyes. He had his hands stuffed into his jean pockets, and was shuffling nervously. New kid. Better have some fun with him.

"Yeah?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow at him. He was about a metre away from me, and was staring at my cigarette. "You wanna drag?"

He immediately shook his head and adjusted his backpack. "No, I don't smoke."

"Then why're you gawping at it?" I snapped, feeling bothered with him already. I never usually liked the new guys; they were always nerdy and weird. Nothing like my group of guys, more like in the chess club or homework club.

The boy shrugged and looked down away from my stare. "I just couldn't find my first class. I'm Luke, I'm new here."

"I figured that." I muttered, rolling my eyes again but at a different person. People are so stupid, aren't they? Literally. We're the top of the food chain but we didn't deserve our place there. I always thought that whales should be there. Whales are smart.

Luke gazed up at me. "Do you know where Physics Room Four is? With Mrs Cooper?" Jeez, he was looking at me like people like me were actually going to help him find his class. Didn't the dyed hair and eyebrow piercings help throw people off?

"Sure I do. But why should I tell you? I don't care about you." I smirked and looked away from him, leaning against the building and taking another drag of my ciggie. Then I looked back at him, and saw as he furrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at me.

"What a great start to a school day." He grumbles sarcastically, shaking his head. "Fine, I'll go to reception."

I laugh. "Cool. Will you be able to find reception, or are you too stupid?" I knew I was being harsh but I literally didn't care about Luke or any other weird guy or girl at our school. I had my group and I stuck to the status quo. Why do people think they can talk to me?

"No, I'll find it. Thanks." He mumbles, before walking quickly past me, only just avoiding my extended foot. I snicker.

It should be fun messing with this guy.

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