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Luke sat down at his desk in his first period class, english. It was his least hated class, mainly because he loved shakespeare, but he was still reluctant to even show up because he shared it with Alan. Alan was the epitome of the word jock. He was tall, muscular, dumb, and great at football. Also, He was an asshole. He didn’t like that Luke wore flower crowns on his light blonde hair when he felt good. He didn’t like that Luke would wear colors like light pink and baby blue. He especially didn’t like how Luke was gay.
“Faggot,” Alan said as he entered the room and walked by Luke’s desk to sit down at his own. Luke put his head down and fiddled with the sleeves of his pastel blue sweatshirt while Mr. Regina, his teacher, didn’t say anything. Hel didn’t give a shit that every single day, Luke was verbally attacked in his classroom or pushed in the halls. Nobody did.
Luke stared lazily at the students filing in through the door until one in particular caught his eye. He had a head of vibrant red hair, a black leather jacket, a lip piercing, and a stare that could kill. He must be the new kid that people were talking about.
The boy looked around the classroom hesitantly before settling for the desk adjacent to Luke and when he noticed that Luke was staring at him, he smiled warmly. Luke averted his eyes on his desk and blushed deeply in embarrassment; Luke knew that as soon as this boy found out he was gay, he would be adding another bully onto his list.
“I’m Michael,” The punk boy said as he held out his hand. “I’m new here,”
“L-Luke,” Luke stuttered, shaking Michael’s hand for a second too long.
‘why am I always so fucking awkward?’ He said to himself.
Class went on as usual from there except for the fact that there was a gorgeous boy beside him that would wink at him every time Luke looked his way. Why was he acting like that? Was Michael flirting with him? No- Michael couldn’t be gay, or even like Luke for that matter.
“So is Macbeth really at fault for his actions? Or was it someone else?” Mr. Regina said. He looked around the classroom of drooling teanagers, looking for one brave soul to raise his/her hand but found none. “Luke, who do you think the blame falls upon?”
“I uh,” Luke started. “I think Lady Macbeth is at fault. And I Think that’s what drove her to suicide,”
“You should kill yourself too,” Alan said from the back of the class which earned a laugh from some of the other students. Luke bowed his head self consciously and bit his lip.
Maybe I should…
“How about you shut the fuck up, you cum brained shit licking asshole,” Michael spat at Alan. Literally everyone in the entire room gasped at the sudden outburst.
“Michael, you should really calm down and-” Their english teacher started.
“Are you kidding me? This fuck face just told this boy to kill himself and you’re telling me to calm the fuck down?” Michael said incredulously.
“Are you a queer too?” Alan asked. He asked it like you would ask your pet if they pooped on the carpet.
“So what if I am?” Michael growled which made Luke’s heart skip a beat. He watched and noticed the way that Michael bit down nervously on his lip ring but still stared daggers at Alan who even seemed slightly frightened.
“All three of you to the office, now ,” Mr. Regina said.
Luke reluctantly got up and headed out the door without making eyes contact with anybody in the class for fear of them seeing the tears in his eyes. He was happy that MIchael stood up for him because nobody have ever done anything even remotely like that before, but now he was getting sent to the office. If his dad found out that that he was gay, he didn’t know what he would do.
“Hey dude,” Michael said as he caught up to Luke in the hallway and grabbed his shoulder. “I didn’t mean for us to get sent to the office,” He noticed the tears in Luke’s eyes and frowned. He was just trying to help.
“It’s ok,” Luke smiled. “Thank you for sticking up for me,”
“No problem,” He said as Alan stomped angrily past them. “That guy had it coming. What a fucking asshole,”
“Why did you stick up for me?” Luke asked. He walked through the door that Alan had just went through, followed by Michael. “You don’t even know me,”
“I want to know you,” Michael beamed. They sat down in the office chairs, waiting to be called in to speak with the dean.
A few minutes of awkward silence went by where Luke looked at his appearance. HIs light blue sweatshirt, neat white skinny jeans, and perfectly styled hair was all so...feminine. Why wasn’t MIchael repulsed?
“Why do you want to get to know me?” Luke asked hesitantly as he heard Michael’s name called by the secretary.
“ I think you’re cute,” He whispered as he got up and entered the dean’s office, leaving a flustered Luke in his wake.