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"God, Cal, why must Luke come too?" Michael asked with disgust laced between his words. He was hoping for a regular sleepover with his best friend, but Calum had other plans in mind. 
                          
"C'mon, Michael! You know for a fact that Luke isn't that bad. He hasn't even done anything to you!" Calum exclaimed, gawking at Mike as they walked down the hallway towards seventh period. Michael knew Luke has done nothing to him. He ignores that, though. He despises him for a reason only he knows.
                          
Instead of focusing on that subject any longer, Michael decides to focus on looking forward to school, otherwise known as Hell, ending soon. Just one more class period to go, and he would be out of there.
                          
"But Cally," Michael groaned as they walked into their history teacher's room and took their seats. "You can still hate a person, even if they didn't do anything to you!" he whined, fixing his dirty blond fringe out of his eyes. Was that convincing enough?
                          
Calum gave him a disapproving look and shook his head. Dammit, Michael thought defeatedly. 
                          
Calum never understood what came between those two, but he was determined to find out. They were both his best friends, and they couldn't even be around each other without Michael suddenly just throwing some insult at Luke and having him always cower back in response. 
                          
"I'm sorry, Michael, but you aren't getting out of the sleepover at my house tonight. You'll have to deal with Luke being there, and Luke will deal with you being there as well." he stated, not even waiting for Michael to start complaining again. The bell had rung, and their teacher, Mrs. Greene, had walked in the door anyways, ready to start her lesson for the day. Calum turned away from Michael and got out his history book.
                          
Michael scowled at the back of Calum's curly haired head. He softened his expression once the thought of Luke and him becoming friends came to mind, though, and Calum wasn't looking. 
                          
No, he scolded himself in his mind. You don't want to be friends with that weird kid. 
                          
Michael furrowed his eyebrows, getting back into the mindset of not liking Luke. It was impossible. There was definitely nothing to like about the blond, so why would he want to be friends with him? For example, he had stupid bright, blue eyes that were pretty like the ocean and Michael felt like he was swimming in them every time he looked into them. But who wants that? Everyo- no one.
                          
Exactly.
                          
Michael sighed as he bent over the side of his desk, grabbing his bag and pulling out his history book. He set it on his desk just in time to look up and see none other than Mr. Hemmings himself walk into the classroom, late as usual. He was the shy, quiet one, and usually didn't make it to places in time. It explains why he's had so many detentions in the past five years, since middle school. Don't ask Michael how he knew that, he just did.
                          
The dirty blond watched, forcing himself to put a smirk on his face as Mrs. Greene frowned at Luke and gave him a detention slip. He kept his head lowered as he walked to his desk, but lifted it once when Calum whispered a hello to him as he walked past Michael and Calum's desks. That's when he adverted those ocean-filled eyes and smiled as he whispered a hello back. 
                          
Michael rolled his eyes completely for show, and turned back towards the front of the classroom. He hated stupid Luke and his stupid smile and his stupid ocean blue eyes. He wished he would just transfer schools and move to America so he wouldn't have to see his painfully beautiful face everyday and pretend that he didn't like him.
                          
A/N
I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of my new Muke fic!