Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 2

Allison's POV

I was still quite confused about the look Michael gave me, when I reached for his hand.

Facing what Michael would've done, if he heard what David had said to me, I was quite happy, that it all ended with him only being surprised.

I knew how aggressive Michael could be - obviously only from other people's gossip - but seeing him like this, made me realize what other people didn't see: He was simply misunderstood.

I think that he wouldn't harm anyone, if they didn't give him a reason to. 

Beating people up was definitely the wrong way to deal with anger but what if Michael had never figured a way to express it differently?

I felt my hand gently being pushed away.

"Why do you need to go?" he now asked, ripping me out of my thoughts.

"Apparently the teacher has noticed, that I had been absent throughout the morning" I exclaimed.

Michael and I now stood in front of the fence again.

"Let's try a less painful way to get to the other side" I murmured, looking up to the top of it, eyes then wandering down its sides.

Michael stepped forward. 

"Okay here's the plan - I push you up and you pull yourself onto it" he spoke, kneeing down to form a bowl with his hands to place my foot in them.

Keeping balance with my hands on his shoulders, stepping into his, Michael now standing up to lift me upwards, as I grabbed the framework on the top, hovering my body onto it.

I felt myself shake in horror when I peered down on the ground realizing how far it was.

"You okay?" he now asked, not really concern in his voice.

"Yes, I'm feeling extraordinarily well" I managed to breath out sarcastically.

"Then why don't you jump down?" 

After trying to catch my breath for a couple of seconds, not being capable of giving an answer, Michael spoke again.

"You talk funny, do you know that?"

I now faced him and he crossed his arms in front of his chest, enjoying the sight on me panicking.

"What are you referring to?" my voice shook.

Michael now smirked as he watched me struggle.

"Okay maybe you realize it, when I put it that way: your language is obnoxiously high-standard. Take a hint"

I huffed. "That's called being articulate" 

"I call that being posh" he smirked still waiting for me to get off the fence.

"Okay, I'm not in the mood to defend myself over the way I talk, so I'd appreciate you to break it up"
Michael shrugged his shoulders.

Breathing out once again, I closed my eyes and tried my hardest to put my feet on the wet grass beneath me.

As soon as I reached the floor, I heard Michael jumping after me to land next to me on the meadow.

He didn't even bother to help me stand up and started walking towards the street, putting on his black sunglasses due to the now rising sun.

When I was about to follow him, a loud and angry voice yelled

"HEY! YOU THERE! WAIT!"

I turned around, to see a middle aged, buff police officer who rushed towards me.