Chapter 2

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Luke's P.O.V

Sleeping in class without getting caught, takes some skill. I got skill. I hear Malia and Micheal's laughter fill my ears. I groan getting up. "Time to get up, Lucifier." Malia says, stroking my cheek gently. I smile, and eventually sat up.

~Time Skip~

"I don't know why you eat that shit." Micheal bluntly says, watching me eat my burger. "Micheal, stop cursing." Malia says, not looking up from her phone. "Its delicious." I say, licking my lips. I grimace inside at the taste. "Okay stop lying and I'm going to get something on the $1 menu at Mc'Donalds. Malia, want anything?" Micheal asks. "Uh Pumpkin Spice, Grande, from Starbucks." Malia says. "Extra whip." She yells at him. "Your such a white girl." I say. She sticks her tongue out at me. "Your such a white boy." Malia mocks.

"Hello Weirdos." A cheerleader says to us. "What up, slut?" Malia says, grinning up at her. "Bitch." She mutters. "You mean The Bitch." Malia replies. "Anyways," The cheerleader says. "To the school's annual Camping Trip!!" She says. Malia rolls her eyes. I do the same. "Who are we rolling eyes at?" Micheal asks, handing Malia her Pumpkin Spice. "Aww thank you Mikey!!" Malia says, kissing his cheek. Micheal's cheeks hold a faint blush. I give him a knowing look. "So? You going or nah?" The blonde says obnoxiously. "We'll get back to you." Micheal says politely. "I was about to show her that the floor is a comfy place." Malia mutters under her breath, sipping her Pumpkin Spice. "So Mikey, what are we doing in algebra?" I ask him. "Stuff that you'll never need." Micheal says. "Cheers to that!" I say, and we clink our glasses. Not really, Micheal had a foam Mc'Donalds cup, and I had a milk jug thinge. "Do you guys want to go camping?" Malia asks us. "Yeah, it'll be fun." I say, winking at Malia. "Sure, just to get out of doing more work." Micheal says. "I don't know about myself. I wouldn't handle all the bug bites and everything else in the wilderness. What if my favorite book on Wattpad updates and I can't read it?!?" Malia asks. "It will be fine." Micheal says, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Sure $1 boy, sure." Malia says. "Iggy Iggs Out." Malia says, waving. She struts up to a boy and starts chatting him up.

"You ask yourelf why would you do algebra in real life?" Our teacher lectures. She write the problem 25/4=x? "What is a real life situation that you would have to do this problem in?" She asks. Nobody raises their hand. "Danny! What do you think?" She asks him. He was SUCH a jock. The only thing he cared about was sports. I cared about school, and my lovely girlfriend Ashley. I sighed, and day dreamed about her for the rest of the period.

"So babe, are you going on the annual camping trip?" Ashley asks, as I pack her stuff. "Maybe, i don't know. I'm a wifi and cuddles kind of person." I respond, folding another shirt. "But it will be fun!! We can have our own tent and go on forest challenges together!!" Ashley says. "Are your friends going?" I ask her. "Uh, some. Katie, Selena, and Miya are coming. Zoey might come." She says. "Should I paint my nails?" "Uh, nah. They're just going to get messed up again." I tell her. "Good call. See you later babes. I need to start on my homework." She says, waving me off. I walk out the front door of her house and swing over to Micheal's house. I knock on his door. His mum answers. "Yes?" "Oh, I'm here for Micheal." I say awkwardly. "He went to that Malia girl's house. Check there." She informs. "Thank You!!" I say, walking off. Sure enough, Micheal's car is parked outside of Malia's house. I knock once again. Her brother, Hunter, opens the door. "What do you want?" He says, narrowing his eyes at me. "Your sister." I say, smirking. "Upstairs." He says, rolling his eyes. Why is he so grouchy? "Aye, Malia." I say, opening her bedroom door. "Heyy." Malia says, giving me a hug.

~Time Skip~

"So Logan Lerman." Micheal says. "Celeb." Malia says, smirking. We were playing a game where you had to say a person's name and then the other 2(or how many there are) have to say stuff about them until one player has nothing. "Percy Jackson." I say. "Demigod." Malia smiles. "Posideon's Son." I say. "Boyfriend of Annabeth Chase." Malia says. "Hates Hera." I say. "Rick Riordan created him." Malia replies smugly. "Two Book Series." I say, with confidence. "Two movies." Malia says, getting in my face. "Best friend is Grover Underwood." I say. "Athena hates-" Micheal cuts Malia off. "Okay nerds. Enough." He says. We both glare, but relectunaly sit down. "Good Boy." He says, patting my head. "Good girl." He says, patting her head.

"Camping trip. All in honor?" I say. Micheal raises his hand. "I don't know. There aren't any Starbucks to get me motivated. I'll be PMSing like a girl before her period." (A/N: True Fact xD, girls PMS before their period as well, so if your in a grouchy mood, watch out, IT might be coming.) "I think you would be pretty cute in red. "Yeah, no." Malia says. Micheal pouts. "Not the kind of red your hair is, Mikey." I say, patting his red hair. "Ohh." He says. "Malia!! Hunter needs you!!" Malia's mom yells. "Can it wait?!!?!?!?" Malia yells. "NO!!" Her mom yells back. "Bye guys." Malia says, walking out the room. "Why does her mom always interrupt us?" I ask. "She probably hates us." Micheal answers. Malia walks in, looking stressed. "Hey guys, talk to you later. We'll text. You gotta go." Malia says, in a bored tone. "M'kay tyl." Micheal says, hugging her sideways. She chuckles quietly at the 'text you later'. "Bye Li." I say, hugging her. "I hope you feel better." I tell her honestly, walking out.

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This chapter was written by @Crazii_Random, I hope you like it. I tried to make it long. Um I'm very random, and love 5SOS and 1D. Hehe we'll talk later. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD See Ya!! Also check out every wonderful girl on this account.

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