Pranks | Muke

Chapter Sixteen

-Michael's point of view-

Luke and I made out. A lot.

To be fair, it was never really more than tongue kissing; maybe I'd grow overly passionate and pinch Luke's bum, but we never went further. Until Friday.

Throughout the course of the week, Luke and I would kiss in front of our head teacher every chance we had. It was funny how no one else caught us, yet, which made the scenes even more exhilarating. Despite us hardly doing anything other than kissing then leaving, I found myself growing more and more attached to Luke. And this time the thing attaching us was not a metal chain.

"He's there!" Luke said, tugging at my school jumper sleeve. Considering we were in a lot of lessons together and Luke stayed with Calum and me at break times now, there was never a time where I would spot Mr. Smith without Luke.

I peered around the empty corridor we stood in in case of anyone else finding us, pulled out my phone and turned on the recorder since it’s routine, then grabbed Luke's hands and ran towards the direction of where the cruel head master stood. It was apparent that each time I kissed Luke in front of him his anger would grow and his face would be an even deeper red than the last time. But this just meant that we were closer to making him snap.

"Luke," I said as we arrived in hearing range of Mr. Smith. "You look so hot!"

"I could say the same about you, babe." Luke replied. I sensed Mr. Smith's head snap up at our words.

"Wanna make out?"

"Duh." Luke threw himself onto me, not waiting a second before slipping his tongue into my mouth. Over the week, I'd familiarised the taste of Luke's mouth. He tasted of peppermint mouthspray. "Ugh," Luke panted, making sure his moans were as loud as possible.

"Oh, Luke." I moaned. My hand slid down to Luke's waist, because why not, and I pinched. "Your bum is so . . ." I paused, waiting for the right moment. "Firm."

"Alright!" Luke and I jumped at the deep voice that belongs to Mr. Smith. "I'm sick of this! Sick!" I pulled myself off of Luke, earning a whimper to escape from him, and turned my attention to a furious looking head master. "You two boys need to fucking stop messing with me. I know what you're up to, this little game of yours, and you'd be fucking glad to know that you're winning. What do you want from me?"

I stood silenced, shocked that a teacher of all people swore to me twice within the space of a couple of seconds. "Are you even allowed to swear to us, sir?" My face went back to its usual pale and my heart rate from the kiss slowed back down. Now my face just showed pure confusion and a little delight at the fact that I was winning against a teacher.

"Tell me!" The teacher boomed again. Thankfully there was no one around to watch the scene he was making; otherwise his perfect reaction would be a lot more toned down.

"Tell you what, sir?" Luke spoke. He smiled.

"You know what, you fool." The teacher sneered, "the two of you want a reaction out of me, some precious information to slip off of my tongue maybe, so what is it? Why else would you try to annoy me so much?"

"You know what it is." I said. My heart rate increased again, because I knew how this conversation was going to play out. I wanted to accuse my teacher of his wrongdoings, and if I said the right things, make him confess. "You know bloody well what! You hate me, sir, you've told me plenty of times. And the figure in my back garden; it was obviously you. The build of the silhouette, the fact that you ran away in fear when I spotted you through my window. And a mask? Well, you can explain that. Cliché much."