a/n fun fact I actually wrote the first 2 chapters of this book in 3rd person but then I thought fuck it it's too difficult and changed it back to 1st person lmao
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•Luke•
Although I only passed out for a matter of minutes, I was still shocked to realise that I was being carried bridal style by someone but to where, I wasn't sure.
"Oh thank god you're awake," Michael's voice spoke and I breathed out in relief, still not daring to open my eyes.
"What's going on?" I mumbled, reaching to snake my arm round Michael's neck.
"I'm taking you to the nurses office," Michael explained and I opened my eyes to see that we had now arrived at the nurses room and I was being placed down on the bed.
"Please stay with me," I begged, the idea of being trapped alone in the sick room making my head spin again.
"I don't think I'm allowed..." Michael mumbled.
"Please," I choked, gripping Michael's arm. Everything was still a little hazy and I wanted nothing more than to sleep.
"Okay sweetheart," Michael whispered, kissing the top of my head.
"So, Luke how are you feeling?" the patronising nurse spoke as she came into the room.
"Tired," I said honestly, "and a little dizzy."
"I think it's probably best if you went home," she sighed.
"I need someone to come with me, to make sure I get there safely," I blurted, looking at Michael.
And that's how Michael and I got another day off school.
I spent the morning sleeping literally on top of Michael as he played a video game, drifting in and out of consciousness when he scored or won a game and did a little dance with his feet which caused me to wake up.
"Michael fuck off," I groaned when he woke me up for the fifth time.
"Sorry but I won!" Michael laughed, booping my nose.
"You should like, study instead of play video games all the time. We have a maths exam like tomorrow, you know." I scolded, trying to pretend to be serious.
"Well, okay, only if you motivate me to study?" Michael smirked, innocently drawing an imaginary halo above his head.
"Alright," I smirked back, clearly surprising him that I'd actually agreed to it.
"I'll get the books," Michael grinned eagerly.
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"No, that's wrong," I sighed, I hadn't realised how awful Michael was at maths until now.
"Okay if I get this one right will you strip for me?" Michael smirked, pointing at a very difficult indices question.
"Alright," I giggled, knowing that he would get it wrong.
"Okay so 64 to the power of 2 thirds..." he mumbled part of the question as he scribbled it down. My eyes widened as I realised he had gotten it right when he handed me the answer to the question.
"That's... that's right..." I gasped, frowning at him.
"Strip." Michael said bluntly.
"What? No," I folded my arms over my chest in refusal.
"I knew you wouldn't anyway Hemmings," Michael sighed. I rolled my eyes and lifted my shirt off, a satisfied smirk tugging at Michael's lips. I stood up and then walked over to him, lifting my legs up so I was straddling him in the chair, his eyes widening and his lips parting.
