Teach Me || Muke

Friday

*Friday*

Michael P.O.V.

The movie ended up being okay which seemed like a good sign to me. A girl with some taste in movies couldn't be bad. If anything it was a major plus. But it was awkward. She smiled but would barely meet my eyes, as if she thought she was talking to her blue jeans. And that definitely bothered me because rule number sixteen was to try and keep eye contact when talking. It shows that you're interested in what the other person had to say.

Unless Luke was wrong about rule number sixteen, I was completely boring her.

As I drove her home, I attempted to make small talk, an extreme difficulty of mine.

"So you take advanced math, right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Jamie said. "Mr. Graham is a great teacher."

I smiled. "That's cool," I said. "I could never take advanced. I'm not smart." Then I mentally kicked myself. I was making myself sound bad. Why couldn't I be smooth lke Luke?

But Jamie giggled and said, "That isn't true! You're practically famous for being a video game prodigy."

"That isn't smart," I countered. "It's procrastination."

"True," Jamie said, "but you're also good at maps and naming countries. I remembered you were at the top of the class last year during that unit."

This was true too. Naming countries was one of the few skills I had. It was lame but I was good at it. So if anyone needed to know where Uruguay or Ethiopia was they could come to me. Quite the reputation I had.

"I actually have that skill because of video games," I admitted. "I'd play video games with people from around the world and I'd look up the country they were from. It turned into a bit of a hobby, I guess."

Jamie smiled and patted my should encouragingly. "See? Yo're very smart."

That statement reminded of something Luke would tell me. He always reassured me when I was down. When we were in tenth grade, I fell into a dark place of deep anger at myself, self-loathing almost. It was after the third quarter in school and I had failed nearly all of my classes. Again.

"Stupid!" I had screamed and punched my wall. "Stupid, stupid, good-for-nothing dumbass!"

Luke who had come to my house after school to listen as I vented turned me around to face him, looked directly into my eyes, and gripped my shoulders so tight it almost hurt.

"Listen to me, Mikey," he said sternly. "You are not stupid. You are anything but stupid. Brilliant, in fact! Don't you dare put yourself down like this because you and I both know that you don't deserve that. You deserve so much better. So much better..."

I subconsiously rubbed my knuckles, remembering the built up stress that caused me to put a generously sized dent in the wall. To this day I was thankful to Luke for being there to pick up the pieces when no one else could. He always was.

I tried putting his vibrant blue eyes out of my head as we pulled up in front of Jamie's house.

"I had fun," she said.

"Me too," I smiled. Then we were quiet and I remembered. The kiss! The Moment of Truth.

Come on, Michael, you can do this, I thought. I closed my eyes as she closed hers and we leaned in...

And we kissed.

But if this was supposed to show that we really belonged together or not, the"Hey, it's reat that youn I wasn't sure if it was going to happen between us. Her lips were a little too wet and her mouth felt too small. The kiss wasn't good.

I pulled away. Jamie stared at the glove compartment.

Jamie spoke first. "I think we should be just friends."

"Was I really that bad?" I asked, only half joking.

She rolled her eyes, "No you were perfectly fine... but I think that I might be a lesbian."

"Oh my God, I really was that bad!"

"Michael, you were wonderful! I just... I've been questioning a lot lately so  my friends decided to set me up on a date to help figure it out."

Jamie looked on the verge of tears. I put my hand on her shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. It was plainly obvious that this was really difficult for her. It would be for anyone.

"Hey, it's great that your friends are being so supportive of you," I said. "And, um, I'm glad I could help you figure it out, I guess."

"Thanks," she replied while twisting a bracelet around her wrist. "I'm sorry anyways."

"it's okay. I didn't think it was going to work out anyways."

Jamie pushed her dark hair out of her face. "Why not?"

"Most first dates don't," I shrugged.

Her eyes widened. "oh my gosh, I ruined your first date? Now I feel terrible!"

"It wasn't really that so much as the kiss though," I said. When her eyes began to narrow I quickly added, "Not that you're a bad kisser! It's just, I believe you should feel something when you kiss someone. Something should click... and it didn't. Does that make sense?"

Jamie nodded. "I'm still really sorry about screwing up your first date."

"Don't worry about it," I said. "It was only technically my first date. My best mate Luke did a practice date with me. This was just the official first."

She smirked and said,"You dated your best friend?"

"It's not like that," I rolled my eyes. "He was teaching me how to date."

"Right," she said. Jamie picked up her bag and continued, "Well even though this ended relatively suckish, we should hang out. You seem like a cool friend to have so come over sometime!"

"Yeah, I'll text you. Bye, Jamie," I said.

"Bye," she said and hopped out of the car. She didn't swing her hips extra as she made her way up the walkway and I didn't stare at her butt. It seemed like a great ending to a weird night.

I also didn't walk her to the door like rule number ten dictated because this was no longer a date. At least I didn't think so. Luke never mentioned what to do in the case that your date was a lesbian.

So I drove home.

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In bed that night, I reflected on my fail of a date. My thoughts kept coming back to the kiss. It wasn't that the kiss itself was bad. It's just that I didn't like it and I didn't know why.

Jamie was very pretty. Her lips were a nice pink and glossy. But the kiss was inconfident and fumbling. It didn't leave me breathless and wanted more. Not the way...

Not the way Luke did.

Luke whose lips were soft and sweet yet confident and comfortable. Luke whose lips were the perfect balance between warm and cool. Luke who looked so incredibly sexy when he played with his lip ring. Luke who was so adorable but could turn strong and protective at any moment. Luke whose kiss was so intoxicating.

Luke who I could feel my heart beating rapidly for.

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That's the end of the week but don't worry! It isn't over yet! Sorry I didn't update this is so long. I had it written but was so lazy and didn't type it. I write all of this in my spanish class by the way...

I hope you enjoyed it! Not gonna lie, I was laughing while writing this (almost got discovered by my teacher O.O). Please leave me a review!!

Later Gators