I just hate people. Nothing more, nothing less. Especially that rainbow haired guy who changes his hair colour almost very week. "Sooner or later it's all gonna fall out and I'm gonna laugh and laugh till my gut hurts." I snicker and he glares at me as he runs a hand through his weird coloured hair. "Well you change yours just as much as I do, so I wouldn't be talking Wild." He says eyes narrowing as mine copy his green ones.


7. "Even if it's not true."

Luke all of a sudden freezes. Like he's now a statue.

I sit beside him and touch his arm and he flinches.

Okay now I really want to know what happened.

He scratches the back of his neck. "It's um a weird and long story."

"Well I have all day Lucas." I say an he rolls his blue eyes.

"Okay. Well it strayed when I was in grade 9, so I was a freshman. Michael was in grade 10 at the time. (Sorry I don't know how Australian school works. I'm Canadian...) We were the best of friends. We did everything together, we told each other all of our secrets." He says smiling gentlty.

"So what happened?" I ask and his smile slips away and I regret it.

He sighs. "I, kinda liked someone that I wasn't suppose to. And I told him and, he didn't accept it, I guess you could say that everything after that was awkward and depressing. Then we got into a giant fight about it and then he told me he never wanted to see me again and I said the same and well, some rude words were said and threats were made."

He blinks and a few tears fall. "Oh Luke." I say and throw my arms around him.

"I said he should rot in hell before he even considers to see me again." He sniffles before sobbing into his hands.

"Luke, why'd you say that?" I ask.

"He called me a name that, shouldn't ever be said. It hurt a lot ya no? Even if it's not true." He bites his lip to keep in another sob.

"What, what did he call you?" I ask. Luke looks up at me with bug blue eyes that look more grey now.



I slam the door shut behind me after Luke left (he left a while ago I was just freaking out because of what he told me...) and I turn to Michael's and I see him working on his car.

I stomp over to him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

He looks up and blinks at me. "Well nice to see you to."

I scoff, "Don't even start with me Michael."

"What now Wild, can't you see I'm busy?" He snaps and I cross my arms. "It's also good to see your in your own clothes."

My orange hair is up in a high smooth pony take and I'm wearing black skinny jeans with rips all on them and a grey tank top that says "Come At Me Bro."

That and I'm wearing my zebra printed VANs.

"You an ass." I say.

"Like I haven't heard that one before." He says wiping his hands off on a dirty rag. "So what are you pissed at me for?"

I scoff in disbelief. "Why the hell would you call him that!?"

He gives me a confused expression. "What are you going on about Wild?"

"Luke!" I shout throwing my hand up and he throws me a wicked grin.

"So I take it he told you his side of the story eh?" Michael says stuffing his hands in his pockets.

I roll my eyes crossing my arms. "I'll believe his side either way."

He chuckles and beckons for me to follow him and I hesitate before following him into his house.

He shuts the door behind me and I follow him into what I'm guessing is the living room.

He sits down and motions for to do so also. I take a seat and cross my arms.

"Okay let me tell you my side of the story." He says with a glint in his eyes.

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