Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 7

I was shocked.

Don't tell me I am going to lose this bet.

How could I?

I just stare at him, wondering if the years of torment was really for nothing. That maybe he was straight, but never got around to dating. Hell, I never did.

"Why do you think you can just show up here, being a damn..." He asks me.

"What?" I challenge.

"A damn arse! I don't like you Michael, move on. Bully me like you used to." He responds emotionless. My stomach is turning, and this time it isn't the fact that I feel disgusted... I feel almost bad for him.

*Luke's Point of View*

I would've said yes.

I should've said yes.

If I did not see the red light, which indicated that he was recording me. I should've know I was nothing in his eyes, nothing but an emtional punching bag. I would rather him bully me constantly then to try and mess around with my feelings. Why do I even like him? His personality makes his looks so much worse - yet still attractive somehow.

He sighs and responds, "Please be my boyfriend, Luke. Let's go on a date, tomorrow night, yeah?"

"Do you think I am an idiot?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?" He questions.

It is becoming harder to breathe and to think straight. "I see the recorder, Michael." I tell him, nodding toward the light.

"I wanted to capture it-"

"I am not falling for your bullshit!" I interrupt, honestly not wanting to hear his excuses.

He smiles, and goes over to the dresser. He grabs the camera, smiling at it. "I would've loved the amusement if you said yes." He chuckles. I knew it was to hurt me. Not matter how much I did not want to believe it.

Feeling a sudden wave of anger, I get up from my bed. I now am looking up at him, me being shorter than he is. "You are pathetic." I snarl.

"You don't want to mess with me, gay boy." He glares.

I smiled and replies, "And why is that? I already ruined your joke."

He starts breathing heavier. I feel confident in this argument. I caught him red-handed on something, and ruined one of their jokes. I feel sort of proud of myself.

He leans in and lifts my head up slightly. He places his lips on mine. My heart skips a beat, but I push him away. I know his plan now. I do not want this embarassment.

"Leave Michael." I tell him, going to the other side of him. 

"Luke-"

"No." I order, reaching up and getting the video camera without him seeing.

He rolls his eyes and leaves my room. I hold the camera up and say into it, "I guess we know who the gay one is."

I am tired of being harassed daily for my sexual orientation. But I have on tape me denying Michael, him asking me out, and kissing me. I have more dirt on him then he ever did me.

I turn the camera off and put it back on my dresser. I am going to show it during lunch tomorrow. I am going to be trusted... I may lose that trust but it will be worth it. It will be worth the pain that he and his friends have continulously caused me over the years. I have never been able to do anything about it, but now I am finally able to.

I sit back down on my bed. My phone vibrates.

I pick it up, I got a text from an unknown number.

From Unknown Number: Can I have my video camera back?

Ah, Michael. I still have a major crush on him, but I am very much looking foward to hurting him. I quickly added his number into my contacts.

To Michael: Sure, after the showing tomorrow during lunch.

I press send, feeling slightly guilty afterwards. I taste bile in the back of my throat. I am sinking down to their level. Maybe I shouldn't do this. High school ends soon! I just need to get through it. In 10 years I don't want to be thinking back on this feeling guilty as hell.