Pranks | Muke

Chapter Thirteen

-Michael's point of view-

The two policemen rummaged through my private bedroom drawer as I watched helplessly. I stood in the doorway with an anxious expression planted on my face. This was all so out of the blue; only hours ago I was still attached to Luke. Now it looks like I have been framed for a criminal offense.

"I found something, sir." One of the police officers announced as he peered into my underwear drawer. I use it quite often, obviously, so if something was planted there then I would have noticed a while ago.

The man pulled out a piece of paper in a plastic folder and analysed it. I stepped forward caustiously so I could have a look at what is was myself, and then froze once I realised what it was.

Confidential school papers.

They were details on the students in my year; home adresses, personal details, predicted grades. Details schools must keep private. And it was all hidden in my underwear drawer.

The second man stepped forward and grabbed the folder, then turned to frown at me. "I swear, I've never seen those before!" I panicked, considering the situation did not help my excuse.

"That's what they all say, Michael. You're now under suspicion of hacking your school. Until we've investigated further, I recommend you don't leave your house."

The two policemen left my room before I could reply. There was no getting out of this 'suspicion' situation now, so all I could do was try and figure out how to get my name cleared.

I sat down onto the end of my bed in silence, and my mind drifted back to Luke sleeping here only two days prior. It was strange, come to think of it, how he was the only person to enter my bedroom (excluding my parents and myself) in the past few days. I had used my underwear drawer in those days, but of course last night I stayed with Luke.

This fact alone made me wonder; was it planted last night? Did somebody sneak into my room, knowing I had left for the night, and place the school files into my drawer? If so, it was awful to think that I would upset someone so much that they felt the need to do something so extreme and atrocious.

The pieces are finally falling together. Luke. He insisted we had a little prank 'war', he knew handcuffs would mean that we would have to spend the night with each other. It was all planned. And I fell for it.

All of the romantic gestures, me falling for him, it was all a lie. Just to get some cruel revenge. I feel sick at the thought.

And to believe, I actually fell for Luke.

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My parents, once proud of me (despite my need to pull jokes on people for a laugh), now only gave me death glares when I attempted talking to them. Everything was probably so sudden for them, like for myself, so it was understandable that they were upset. But they needed to know that I was framed.

Luke tried calling me, too. He sent multiple texts, each one sounding more worried and desperate than the last, as if he were oblivious to what was happening to me. On Saturday, I finally gave in. I wanted to make him feel as shit as I did.

"Hello? Michael! Finally you answered me." Luke spoke on the other side of the phone.

"Yeah," I said indifferently. I would not give into Luke's soft and comforting voice. No matter how much I still enjoyed it.

"Are you okay? I don't understand why you have been gone for so long."

"You don't?" I raised my voice. "I think you very well do, Luke. How could you? The worst I did to you in the past was just not acknowledge your existence. Is that really all it took to set you off? I can't even bare the thought of you right now."

I didn't realise there were tears slipping down my cheek until I stopped to breathe. Luke paused, and in my mind I imagined him smiling in success, but the tone of his voice did not bring my thought justice. "What are you talking about, babe? I haven't done anything wrong. You must be confused."

Luke did not say the right thing. Especially still thinking it okay to call me 'babe'. I fumed, letting my anger speak for me. "You must really have no life whatsoever. But okay, if you want to play the innocent card, so be it. But I refuse to talk to you."

I hung up. Placing my mobile down onto my bed, I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. And then I cried.

I was too upset to think about anything but myself, which really was not good at all, so when I noticed a strange but familiar figure walking around aimlessly outside of my house I payed near to no attention to it.

It was a man. He was not Luke, I could tell just by looking at him that he was nowhere near Luke's six-feet height. But just the silhouette of the man alone rung a bell. He must have caught me staring, because for one short second I noticed him glance up at me and then run away.

What made no sense, is that why would a man that I hypothetically know wear a dark mask in my front garden, then when he's caught he runs away?

Maybe there was something more to the mystery of me being framed. I had never witnessed anything like that before today, so there was a chance he may be linked to everything going on. But Luke still remained my main suspect, in spite of his lovely personality and how attractive everything about him is.

That night I dreamt back to the evening Luke got caught giving me a blowjob; how exhilarating it was with him. And even though my mind was fixed on it being him that took pranking to a whole new level, a part of me wanted the blonde back.

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Okay this is kinda short but it has everything I wanted in it.

So Michael has been framed. Do you guys think it was Luke? Or it could be someone else behind the scenes? If so, ideas?

Muke will be back together shortly btw I promise. But I'm really excited about what's about to happen in this story and I hope you guys are too :D

On Monday I'm going to my granddad's funeral. I'll finally get to say goodbye to him properly, and I'm looking forward to talking about him with friends from when he was my age. It's still really upsetting though.

Anyway, update will be next Saturday as always. I love you guys, bye.

-Celia