Streaker.

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Luke made it through his first two class periods on Monday without freaking out. He was doing a pretty good job of pretending that Saturday night never happened and trying to just go with his normal routine, even though he was reminded of Ashley probably every second.

As soon as Luke stepped foot in his English classroom he realized that he couldn't do this. He took one look at Ashley, and then at Michael, and then at the empty desk next to Ashley that he was supposed to sit in and froze.

It was bad enough that Ashley and Michael had come up with some ridiculous plan to get Luke to lose his virginity, but Luke going off and having sex with Charlie only made things 100 times worse.

"Mr. Hemmings, can you please take your seat?" His teacher asked, and that's when Luke noticed that the bell had rung and he was just standing there in the doorway.

"I'm going to the nurse!" Luke yelled and then turned around, running out of the classroom.

He wasn't really going to the nurse, he was going somewhere else instead. He was going to the only person that could possibly get him out of the mess. The only person that Luke really had left.

Luke hated Michael for coming up with this plan. He hated Ashley for lying to him. He didn't want to talk to Calum because Calum never helped. Calum would also 100% tell Ashton what Luke did. Luke wasn't going to try and talk to Ashton, he'd just end up telling him what happened. He couldn't go to Charlie either because they might end up accidentally fucking again. He couldn't go to anyone, and Luke had never felt more alone.

"Mr. Walker?" Luke asked quietly, knocking on the already half-open door.

Mr. Walker looked up from his laptop, immediately shutting it when he saw that it was Luke. "Hey, Luke, sit down."

"Hi." Luke sighed and sat down in the chair in front of Mr. Walker's desk, dropping his backpack on the floor.

"What's up? Why aren't you in class?" Mr. Walker questioned. "You didn't get in trouble again, did you?"

"No..." Luke trailed off. "Well, yeah, I got into some trouble. But it's not exactly school trouble."

"Oh? Well what's wrong? I'm not exactly a counselor, but I can try to help." Mr. Walker said, awkwardly smoothing out his dress shirt.

"You have to promise that you won't get me into any more trouble for this, okay?" Luke pleaded. "I just need someone to vent to, I have no one left."

"I won't get you into any trouble, Luke, this will all stay between us." Mr. Walker nodded, and Luke let out a small sigh of relief.

"I did kind of a bad thing." Luke began, staring down at his lap as he spoke. He was so disappointed in himself he couldn't even look Mr. Walker in the eyes. "On Saturday night I had sex with my girlfriend for the first time, you know?"

"Aw, Luke, that's great - "

"No it's not." Luke said quickly, cutting Mr. Walker off. "After we did it she left and when I called her later she was at Michael's house, Michael Clifford, and she told me that he made her have sex with me."

"What do you mean he made her?" Mr. Walker questioned, suddenly looking very concerned.

"Well at a party at the beginning of the year Ashley was supposed to have sex with me because Michael paid her to but she didn't, she didn't feel right about it." Luke explained. He still didn't understand the whole story, so he was only going off of what he had been told. "I guess throughout our entire relationship Michael was there behind it all, trying to get my girlfriend to have sex with me."