Pranks | Muke

Chapter Fifteen

-Michael's point of view-

It had to be Mr. Smith. Images of the man sneaking into my bedroom while I was out with Luke entered my mind and I felt sick at the thought; could a teacher really hate me that much? And why, of all people, was that man hired to be head of a school?

Luke and I stayed sat behind Mr. Smith's desk in his office as I glared in anger. Luke, confused as hell, twiddled with his fingers and shifted uncomfortably. "So," Mr. Smith spoke, "have you got anything else to say, Michael? Or are you planning on pulling another one of your pranks on me?"

I shook my head and smiled. "Not yet."

After grabbing Luke's hand, I stood up (making sure that my seat dragged along the floor) and made my way towards the door. "Oh, I should have guessed you two were dating as well. Thought you couldn't get any worse, Michael." We heard the teacher say.

"You don't like that, sir?" Luke asked.

The man laughed, "not at all!"

Trying to hide my anger, I gripped onto the blonde's hand even tighter than before as we made our way out of the room. Luke followed silently, and we both took a moment to look behind ourselves and watch Mr. Smith grin again. Then, when out of the room, I shut the door with a bang.

"What was that?" Luke said as we leaned against the wall of the office. "And why are you smiling again?"

I turned to Luke, our hands still entwined. "Mr. Smith is homophobic. And I know exactly how we can annoy him into confessing he framed me."

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The morning went quite quickly as all I could think about was getting revenge on my head teacher. The more I thought about it, the more excited I was. Just all I needed was for Luke to agree to help me. Since we were in a lot of classes together, I caught Luke up on everything that happened since we were separated. Of course he looked upset when I explained how I thought it was him who placed the files into my underwear drawer at first, but after kissing his cheek, it seemed as though he forgot to be mad at me.

Lunch time finally arrived and I nearly forgot about Calum. I saw him waiting at our usual table for me, but this time I took Luke with me. If I wanted this plan to work, I needed Luke with me at all times.

"Who's he?" Calum said as we approached.

"Hello." I rolled my eyes, "this is Luke, the guy who ratted me out last week."

"Then why is he here?" Calum asked me, not bothering to talk to the boy himself. It wasn't that he was mad, it was just no one ever stayed with us at lunch and it was quite surprising to him. Not that we were lonely or anything.

I paused, realising that I hadn't spoken to my best friend since I got attatched to Luke. Not only was he unaware that I was framed for a criminal act, but he also didn't know that the guy standing next to us was a little more than a friend to me. "Because he is. Just let him sit with us for today, please?" I pouted.

Calum crossed his arms. "Okay. Hi, Luke."

For the next couple of minutes, Luke and I caught Calum up on what happened during the past couple of days, excluding the kissing and blowjob, and Calum found it hilarious. However every few seconds I would turn around looking for a certain head master, waiting for my chance to strike.

Finally, after what felt like forever, I spotted the man walking into the canteen and laughing with a colleague. He looked like any innocent man, but I knew what he was hiding. Knowing this was a perfect opportunity, I grabbed Luke's hand and nodded towards where Mr. Smith was. Luke's eyes widened, knowing what I wanted to do, meanwhile Calum frowned.