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detention on thursday:

luke, ashton, mark, michael and calum took their seats and all sighed in sync.

"what's with the sighs? detention is lovely. imma grab some coffee be right back" the old detention lady said sarcasticly and walked out of the detentionroom.

"god i hate you for this clifford! if you wouldn't have thrown stupid fries at this guys head this wouldn't have happened. i am missing a huge shoot right now!" luke scoffed.

"you're huge ego doesn't even fit in a photograph." michael scoffed back.

"jealous much?"

"jealous not!"

"troll" luke mumbled.

"egghead" michael mumbled.

"i love eggs!" ashton said.

"me too!" calum responded.

"shut up already" luke scoffed giving ashton and calum strange looks.

the old lady, named mrs caddle came back and sat behind her desk.

"so, tell me what happened." she said.

the five boys started talking in sync,

all different stories, causing mrs caddle to scream and beg for them to stop talking.

when they eventually did, she told

michael to tell the story first.

"well. calum said he could catch popcorn with his mouth if i threw it to him and i did not believe him so i asked him if he could also do it with fries and he said sure. so i started throwing fries at him and he did not catch a single one an-"

"get to the point already!" luke yelled, interrupting michael.

"and when i threw my last frie, it hit mark his head and got stuck in his hair. a total accident. and then he started shouting and swearing and the 'perfects' joined the heated conversation and there it was, a food fight" michael explained.

"well. does anyone want to say something?" mrs caddle asked.

"it was rather gross! the frie in my hair i mean. i took a lot of ti-"

"seriously. stop talking. no one freaking cares, idiot" luke scoffed at mark.

"mr hemmings, that is not how you treat your classmates, young man."

"that's not how you treat your rimply skin, but i don't see you working on that either, do you now?" luke said with a fake smile on his face.

she growled and mumbled some old-fashion swear words before telling us to do homework or 'whatever'.

luke took that 'whatever' as playing games on his phone while the other boys did their homework.

"maybe you should do your homework as well. since you always copy mine." ashton whispered.

"but you can do it so much better."

"you can do it luke please just-"

"stop talking."

"o-okay" and with that ashton went back to his work and luke was busy trying to break his record of '69' on flappy bird.

"could you stop screaming? i know how frustrating the game is. but i am trying to study" michael said to luke.

"i don't see you starting getting beautiful."

"i don't need to be beautiful."

"yes you do, beauty gives you power."

"no it really does not. i really hope something terrible happens to you, causing you to lose your beauty."

"that'll never happen."

michael shrugged and went back to his english homework.

detention on friday:

"you're late." mrs caddle said to luke while he entered the detetionroom.

"you're old. and we can't change that either, can we now?" luke smirked, taking a seat at the back of the room.

calum and ashton came in, laughing about c.a.l.m knows what.

michael stumbled in a few seconds after and mark was nowhere to be seen.

"where is french frie boy?" luke asked.

"sick." mrs caddle answered.

luke shrugged and grabbed his earbuds. he was about to put them in his ears as mrs caddle took his phone.

"we're doing something different today. you're going to the music-room and you shall rehears a song, to play for me in an hour." she said looking at her watch.

the four boys shrugged and walked towards the music-room.

there were two guitars, one bass and one drumset.

ashton quickly jumped on the drum-stool as a death look from luke arrived.

"right." ashton mumbled getting off the stool.

"what're you doing?" calum asked the curly headed boy.

"i-i am not allowed to play the drums, it's not what perfect teens do."

"geez. we are not perfect nor imperfect. we're human. now you, get behind that drumset. you, calum, on the bass. you, hemmings, you'll be the lead singer and guitarist and i'll play the other guitar and do some vocals as well." michael demanded.

"ha wait. when are you considered as 'boss'?" luke asked

"since you are considered as 'douch-bag'" michael hissed.

luke gave michael a death look before mumbling "fine".

"if you know the song 'year 3000' by busted raise your hand."

luke, ashton and calum raised their hands.

"raise your hand if you know how to play it."

the three boys raised there hands and a smile appeared on michael his face.

"perfect." michael said.

practice went very well. luke was an awesome singer. ashton was a pro behind the drums. calum and the bass were perfect together and michael his guitar play was amazing. they did a very good job.

they performed the song they had been rehearsing and mrs caddle said she loved it and that they could seriously be a band.

luke bursted into laughter, "a band? with these two trolls? not in a million years."

"and i thought i started liking you. but no. i was wrong. you're still an obnoxious egghead" michael mumbled before walking out of the room.

"whatever. i don't care what he thin-"

"i am leaving too, thanks for calling me a troll. you make my day" calum said before bumping into luke his shoulder and following michael.

"ha losers, they can't just walk away from me- what are you doing?" luke asked ashton who was walking out of the room as well.

"you have gotta stop acting so obnoxious luke, it ruins you." ashton sighed before following the two other boys.

luke, ashton, mark, michael and calum took their seats and all sighed in sync.

"what's with the sighs? detention is lovely. imma grab some coffee be right back" the old detention lady said sarcasticly and walked out of the detentionroom.

"god i hate you for this clifford! if you wouldn't have thrown stupid fries at this guys head this wouldn't have happened. i am missing a huge shoot right now!" luke scoffed.

"you're huge ego doesn't even fit in a photograph." michael scoffed back.

"jealous much?"

"jealous not!"

"troll" luke mumbled.

"egghead" michael mumbled.

"i love eggs!" ashton said.

"me too!" calum responded.

"shut up already" luke scoffed giving ashton and calum strange looks.

the old lady, named mrs caddle came back and sat behind her desk.

"so, tell me what happened." she said.

the five boys started talking in sync,

all different stories, causing mrs caddle to scream and beg for them to stop talking.

when they eventually did, she told

michael to tell the story first.

"well. calum said he could catch popcorn with his mouth if i threw it to him and i did not believe him so i asked him if he could also do it with fries and he said sure. so i started throwing fries at him and he did not catch a single one an-"

"get to the point already!" luke yelled, interrupting michael.

"and when i threw my last frie, it hit mark his head and got stuck in his hair. a total accident. and then he started shouting and swearing and the 'perfects' joined the heated conversation and there it was, a food fight" michael explained.

"well. does anyone want to say something?" mrs caddle asked.

"it was rather gross! the frie in my hair i mean. i took a lot of ti-"

"seriously. stop talking. no one freaking cares, idiot" luke scoffed at mark.

"mr hemmings, that is not how you treat your classmates, young man."

"that's not how you treat your rimply skin, but i don't see you working on that either, do you now?" luke said with a fake smile on his face.

she growled and mumbled some old-fashion swear words before telling us to do homework or 'whatever'.

luke took that 'whatever' as playing games on his phone while the other boys did their homework.

"maybe you should do your homework as well. since you always copy mine." ashton whispered.

"but you can do it so much better."

"you can do it luke please just-"

"stop talking."

"o-okay" and with that ashton went back to his work and luke was busy trying to break his record of '69' on flappy bird.

"could you stop screaming? i know how frustrating the game is. but i am trying to study" michael said to luke.

"i don't see you starting getting beautiful."

"i don't need to be beautiful."

"yes you do, beauty gives you power."

"no it really does not. i really hope something terrible happens to you, causing you to lose your beauty."

"that'll never happen."

michael shrugged and went back to his english homework.

detention on friday:

"you're late." mrs caddle said to luke while he entered the detetionroom.

"you're old. and we can't change that either, can we now?" luke smirked, taking a seat at the back of the room.

calum and ashton came in, laughing about c.a.l.m knows what.

michael stumbled in a few seconds after and mark was nowhere to be seen.

"where is french frie boy?" luke asked.

"sick." mrs caddle answered.

luke shrugged and grabbed his earbuds. he was about to put them in his ears as mrs caddle took his phone.

"we're doing something different today. you're going to the music-room and you shall rehears a song, to play for me in an hour." she said looking at her watch.

the four boys shrugged and walked towards the music-room.

there were two guitars, one bass and one drumset.

ashton quickly jumped on the drum-stool as a death look from luke arrived.

"right." ashton mumbled getting off the stool.

"what're you doing?" calum asked the curly headed boy.

"i-i am not allowed to play the drums, it's not what perfect teens do."

"geez. we are not perfect nor imperfect. we're human. now you, get behind that drumset. you, calum, on the bass. you, hemmings, you'll be the lead singer and guitarist and i'll play the other guitar and do some vocals as well." michael demanded.

"ha wait. when are you considered as 'boss'?" luke asked

"since you are considered as 'douch-bag'" michael hissed.

luke gave michael a death look before mumbling "fine".

"if you know the song 'year 3000' by busted raise your hand."

luke, ashton and calum raised their hands.

"raise your hand if you know how to play it."

the three boys raised there hands and a smile appeared on michael his face.

"perfect." michael said.

practice went very well. luke was an awesome singer. ashton was a pro behind the drums. calum and the bass were perfect together and michael his guitar play was amazing. they did a very good job.

they performed the song they had been rehearsing and mrs caddle said she loved it and that they could seriously be a band.

luke bursted into laughter, "a band? with these two trolls? not in a million years."

"and i thought i started liking you. but no. i was wrong. you're still an obnoxious egghead" michael mumbled before walking out of the room.

"whatever. i don't care what he thin-"

"i am leaving too, thanks for calling me a troll. you make my day" calum said before bumping into luke his shoulder and following michael.

"ha losers, they can't just walk away from me- what are you doing?" luke asked ashton who was walking out of the room as well.

"you have gotta stop acting so obnoxious luke, it ruins you." ashton sighed before following the two other boys.

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