gbf // muke

5

Luke's POV.

I laid my head on Ashton's shoulder as I walked to last period with him.

"I've had a horrible day." I whispered, and he nodded.

"I know. Just one more class though and then we can leave." He said, and I nodded. I walked into the class that me, Ashton, and Michael all shared. I was tired of receiving mean glares from Michael as he passed me in the hallway, so the last thing I needed was another class with him.

Me and Ashton walked to the tables made for two people to sit at. He pulled out his chair that was against the wall, and I pulled out mine, sitting beside him. I laid my head down on his arm. "It's only my fourth day here and all hell is starting to break loose already." I mumbled. He nodded, and ran his hand through my hair. "I know, but at least I know that you're the victim right?" He asked. "Sure. Whatever." I mumbled. "I mean. You don't even need a boyfriend. You have me. I'll watch titanic with you." He said, and giggled.

"Its not the same." I whined. "How come?" He asked, still playing with my hair. "Because. A boyfriend is someone that actually means something to you. Someone special." I said, and felt his hand fall from my hair. He didn't respond, so I looked up to him. He was looking down at me with a disappointed expression, but he quickly shook me off of his arm, and looked away from me. I saw him stand up, and I grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing? What's wrong?" I asked. He shook his head, trying to pull out of my grip before class started. "Did I say something?" I asked. "Yeah." He mumbled, and walked over to The empty seat beside Michael.

I hate this school.

I hate these people.

I hate myself.

What did I say? I looked back over to Ashton, and he was talking with Michael, a stern expression on his face. I saw Michael roll his eyes for what seemed to be the 4918472956th time today. I looked back down at my hands.

If this is what the rest of the school year is gonna be like, I can't take this. The teacher walked in, shutting the door behind her. The class took their seats, and I was left alone at an empty table. I would have my best friend over here, but apparently I screwed up.

Now nobody's on my side, and I don't even know what I've done. I guess it's okay, I still have Calum. Maybe. I haven't done anything to him.

I looked down at my hands, and picked at my fingernails. Ashton was okay until I started talking about boyfriends. I pulled out a piece of paper, and picked up my pencil.

'I'm sorry for whatever I said. Can you please tell me?'

I folded it up, and tossed it over to his desk. He glared at me, but opened it anyway. I saw him pick up his pencil, and write something down. I lightly smiled when he threw it back. I opened it quickly and read over the neatly written words

'Why don't you ask someone who actually means something to you.'

I immediately felt bad, because I remember saying that. I didn't mean that he wasn't important to me. I guess it did really sound that way. I glanced over to him, and looked at him with a pleading look.

'Ashton you're my best friend so far. I didn't mean it like that.'

I quickly threw it to him, and he opened his eyes, and laughed at it sourly. He scribbled something down, and threw it back. "Keep it." He mumbled. I opened it, and frowned at the words. I did it again. Said something I didn't mean.

"So far"

I looked back over at him, and he was focused on his work. I felt like crying, and curling up under a load of blankets. I've been here for four days and managed to get my new friends mad at me already.

I've never been one to hide my feelings. Usually if I wanna cry, I'll cry. No matter where I'm at, but now I feel like I can't let anyone see me cry. This whole confident act will be torn down, and I'll be known as the depressed little shît. That's what I was known as at my old school. And it wasn't fun.

Just one more hour, then you'll be okay.

I kept my eyes glued to the clock, and when the class was finally over, I released a breath of relief. I could now run away from the embarrassment of sitting alone, watching everyone else talk.

I ran to my locker, and already felt tears building up inside of my eyes. I tried three times to unlock my lock, but it wouldn't work. I tried slower, and sighed when I saw my friends that currently disliked me all crowd beside me at Michael's locker.

My locker finally opened up, and I felt two tears run down my cheeks, and I quickly wiped them away before grabbing my backpack. I slammed my locker, and tried walking away, but I was pulled back, and I fell into my locker, one of my legs giving out, sending me to the ground. I looked up and saw my backpack string got caught in my locker.

"Luke!" I heard Calum say, and rush over to me, but I heard Alex burst into laughter, along with the rest of the people in the hallway. Calum removed the backpack from my shoulders, and helped me up. "Thanks." I whispered, and turned around to unlock my locker. I picked my backpack up off the ground, making sure it wasn't stuck anymore.

"Oh. And Luke." Ashton said, walking up beside Calum. I looked up at him with my already teary eyes, and he said, "I'm gonna need my shirt back."