Muke || Terrible Things

The beginning

( Luke's POV)

I sighed as I slung my backpack over my shoulder as I made my way off the bus and into the main entrance of my school.

I kept my head down looking up every so often to make sure I didn't crash into someone in the clustered hallway. I went over to my locker fiddling with the stupid lock already forgetting my combination the second day in. The first day back to school was completely uneventful, most people didn't show up but my mum forced me to, she's pretty controlling over my life.

Once I got my shit together and sat in my assigned seat (cue eye roll) of my first period English class, I was already bored. I couldn't wait till lunch, mostly because well lunch, but secondly because my afternoon classes are fucking great.

I sat up once my teacher started taking attendance. After a few names she called out a particular name that caught my ear.

"Michael Clifford" Mr. Jones said, everyone looked around the room. God I haven't seen him in ages, he used to hate me the first year of high school but we kinda grew out of that eventually. My eyes snapped over to the door as a boy with freshly dyed black hair zoomed in.

"Here! Sorry I'm here." He said as he sat down in the only seat that wasn't preoccupied. Mr jones rolled his eyes, clearly not happy.

"Ah, good to see that you're really taking an interest in your education, Mr. Clifford." Mr. Jones spoke with sarcasm. I could practically see Michael's eyes roll from the back of his head but I kept thinking,

Holy fuck, holy fuck that's Michael God damn Clifford. When did he get so hot?

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the rest of the day was uneventful and pretty slow but a little surprising when I found out Michael Clifford was in my last two afternoon classes. I tried my hardest not to stare at him in third period music class, but damn he looked good playing that guitar.

Fourth period sucked balls. Who gives teenagers fourth period math class? That's just cruel. Not to mention I was sat at the front and Michael was sat in the back row so I couldn't even look at him without it being 100% creepy.

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When the final bell rang I practically sped out of the room, I wanted to get home more than anything. I didn't really think about the fact that wether or not I'm the first or last on the bus, it still doesn't leave until the designated time. Whatever, I was getting the heck out of here.

I walked out and sat down at the front-ish of the bus and plugged in my headphones. I scrolled through my music finally deciding to go with the classic, 'Festival Song' by Good Charlotte and silently tapped my toe along. I stared out the window as the bus slowly pulled out and I noticed Michael getting into his mums car, she looked happy to see him. he looked rather tired and annoyed, but still cute. Maybe I'll actually talk to him tomorrow...probably not.