Falling//A Michael Clifford Fanfiction

3 • The Bad Boy

She looked around and saw no one else with colored hair. Until one boy caught her eye. He had bright red hair. She saw that he also had an eyebrow piercing. He was wearing black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt with a long-sleeved red and black plaid shirt over it. He seemed like the school bad boy. He also seemed to be a loner. No one came up to him. Her first thought was that people were scared of him. Maybe he had no friends because he was rude to everyone. Well, she wasn't scared of him. She actually liked him. He seemed laid back and he was adorable. He seemed like he was a kitten hidden under his "bad boy" look.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when someone said hi to her.
"Hi!"
She looked up to see who it was, and she was surprised to see the very boy she was just thinking about, standing right in front of her.
"Hi." She responded, hoping she didn't sound as awkward out loud as she did in her head. He was a lot taller than her. She was 5'3, and he must have been at least 5'10.
"I'm Michael, what's your name?"
"I'm Allie."
"I love that name." He said. She couldn't help but smile. He smiled back, seeming just as nervous as she was.
The bell rung.
"Oh, I should probably get to my first class." She said.
"Ok. Can you meet me at my locker just before lunch?"
"Sure."
She sat through math and history, paying attention but still bored to death, looking at the clock every 5 minutes until history was over. Now there's about 10 minutes, to put away textbooks and meet Michael at his locker.