Fanboy // Muke AU

8. Prostitute

I stayed calm as he walked away but inside I was fuming. Why does Ari like him?! And only I can call her Ari! That's my nickname for her!?

I felt around my pockets and realised I had no money so I began to walk home. When I brought my hands out, a bit of paper fell out.

"It's Brian's number!" I thought. "I might as well text him."

So I brought out my phone and added his number. Then I texted him. It took me like ten minutes to think of what to say and eventually I just decided to write 'Hi Brian!"

About five minutes later, my phone pinged indicating I had a text. I pulled my phone out and had a look.

'Who the fuck is brian' it said.

I was confused. Was Brian joking with me? Maybe he didn't remember me?

'It's me, Luke!' I texted back, hoping to spark a memory in his mind.

'Luke as in, @SexGodMike?' I read. I sighed, Brian must have found my Twitter account. I replied yes and my phone pinged again.

'I followed you remember?'

He didn't follow me. I didn't even tell him I had a Twitter. Did I? Maybe I was too drunk to remember. I was confused.

'Who even is this???' I typed and sent.

'It's Michael you ass stop being stupid and talk to me.' My heart stopped as I read the reply.

It's Michael. I'm texting Michael. Michael Clifford. We are exchanging text messages.

'WHEN DID I GET YOUR NUMBER?' I typed.

'When I gave to it you in the bathroom'

I didn't remember any of this. When did I talk to Michael in a bathroom. Maybe someone was winding me up?

'I don't think you're really Michael' I said. 'I think you're just kidding on to annoy me.'

When I checked the next text he sent on my phone it was a picture. I clicked on it to reveal a picture of Michael. The text also said 'do you believe it's me now ;)'

I looked at the picture. I hadn't seen it before, but it could be from the Internet. Who am I kidding? I've seen every picture of Michael. It must be Michael.

When the realisation hit me, I dropped me and phone in the street. As I picked it up I saw there was a huge crack in it.

"Shit." I muttered to myself. My mum will kill me.

When I got home, I fell asleep straight away as I had to get up early.

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I woke up at 6:43am the next day, and I brushed my teeth and used some listerine. I was feeling sad that morning so I flopped on my bed and screamed 'AHHHHHHH'

"Get dressed, Luke." My mother said.

I eventually got out of my slumber and got dressed into my uniform. I did my hair, it took me twenty minutes guys yes.

I left my depressed state of mind and walked down the stairs. Then I walked to the bus stop.

I stood at the bus stop and reflected on my actions from last night. I hadn't realised the bus had pulled up until the driver was beeping the horn at me.

When I got on the the bus, everyone went quiet and looked at me. I found a seat near the back by myself so I could eat my oaty bar in peace.

I got into school just as the bell was ringing because I got crushed in the corridors. Mr England glared at me when I came in, but I ignored him because he is always grumpy. I sat down in my usual seat next to Eva

I looked to my left to see Ari sitting with Calum, of course. She caught my eye and I grinned at her but she she turned away from me, ignoring my gesture.

"She's pissed at you." Eva said.

"Why?"

"Because you said she looked like a prostitute."

"I didn't say that!" I shouted.

"BE QUIET IN MY CLASSROOM!" Mr England bellowed.

"I didn't say that!" I repeated, this time in a whisper.

"Well, Ari said that Calum said that you said she was." Eva raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure who to believe here."

"Believe me! Calum just wants her for sex!" I whispered angrily.

"She thinks he loves her!" She said.

When the bell rang we walked up to science and took our seats in the class.

"Everyone continue working on their group projects today." Mr McMurray said as Calum and Ari walked towards us.

"Shit." I muttered. They sat down facing us and got their stuff out.

They sat uncomfortably close to each other and me and Eva shifted in our seats. The awkwardness was unreal.

Calum sat with the most annoying smirk plastered on his face. I shot a glare at him but he didn't budge.

None of us could be bothered to do the work so we all sat on our phones.

"OH MY GOD!" Eva gasped. "MICHAEL!"

Me and Ari both looked up and shouted at the same time.

"HE FELL HE CAN'T WALK!" She shouted again.

"HOW DID HE FALL?!" Ariana shouted back.

"HE WAS WALKING AND HE JUST FELL BACK OFF THE STAGE AND HURT HIS LEG!"

"OH MY POOR BABY!" I cried out. "I HOPE HE'S OKAY!" I could've sworn at that moment Calum muttered 'fag' but no one else seemed to hear it so I just ignored him.

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Ari announced. "I FOUND A VIDEO!"

We crowded around her phone to watch the video. Even Calum had a peek, probably to feel more included in the conversation.

"I wish I could just give him a hug." I frowned. "I just want to squish his face."

"SAME!" Both girls replied. Suddenly, the teacher appeared behind us.

"Can you please explain to me how this has anything to do with human genetics?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We as discussing the human genetics of Michael Clifford, sir." Ari answered.

"Just continue on the project." He sighed and walked away.

We spent the period talking about Michael, and I was secretly glad he fell off the stage. It has given us something to talk about.

I'm a terrible person.