A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

A/N: TW: There will be mentions of death and a hint of suicidal thoughts. (I forgot to put this in I'm sorry 🙏)

Michael's POV

After that encounter with that broad I pretending like I didn't care what she said, but in the back of my head I was kind of worried because she said she'll kill me or my friends. I mean I don't care if I die by her, that's the least of my worries. I'm more worried about her killing any of my friends. After all I've heard she's really strong and I knew that, so she is capable of killing someone. Well hopefully the guys will understand not to interact with her and if they think I'm lying then I'll have to watch over them. Damn, I sound like some conformist parent thinking about it.

Y/N's POV

I walked into class feeling like shit as always and no one decided to talk to me. Good. I sat in my seat and to my surprise someone I did not want to see this early in the damn morning walked in. Yup, you guessed it the boy who moans poser. Also, why is he here? If I remember correctly they hang out in the back of the school. To be honest, that place is kind of chill there without anyone there.

He took his seat where it was right by me, gladly heeding my warning. I thought too soon because he decided to open mouth to say "I'm not here because I want to be by you conformists, the principal thought it would be a great idea to grab us as soon as we entered campus grounds and drag us to our classes." I said nothing and listened in on his excuse. I could just ignore it or I could give him another lesson on what we discussed last night.

In the end, I decided to let it slide. I didn't want to draw attention like some broads do. Somehow he wanted to test my patients and looked at me. I was about to choke this dumbass out, but some students started piling into the class.

Eh, I'll kick his ass later.

Time skip~

Finally after some time doing nothing and wasting brain cells on shit I already know. I left class to grab my pack of cigs and walked to the back. As soon as I opened the door I swore to Satan I can't get any peace; well there's no such thing as peace unless you're counting blood curdling screams and cries as peaceful.

Those so-called goths were there expecting their leader, but instead seeing me and a little bit glint in their eyes of hope thinking that I'll join them in their little group. I decided to crash their precious hope with despair "If you're thinking that I made up my mind about our little conversation then no you're hella wrong." Just as expected their hopeful eyes turned into nothing but despair.

However one of them, the littlest one of the group, decided to speak up to me "We're not rushing you to make your decision, take your time with it. It's not like we are trying to bug you to join us then kill us for bothering you."

My eyes widened a bit, but returned to normal from what he said. Did this kid predict the outcome of what I was planning to do?! Holy shit, I'd be lying to myself if I say I'm not impressed at this kid's power. Even though I wanted to kill him for talking to me, something stopped me from doing that. I don't if it's people watching me or because of something else. He stared at me with his dull grayish-blue eyes like he's staring into my "soul". I'm a little creeped at this kid...

...in a good way...

I like it.

I gave a short nod at the boy keeping my poker face on as I pat the boy's head. I didn't say a word as I left, maybe the rooftop will be better.

Firkle's POV

As she left to go inside I couldn't help, but think about her eyes. They're a (e/c) color, but glinted with a side of red like crimson red. Also the look in her eyes looked like I saw right through her. She had the look of if you even come near me, talk to me or look at me I'll kill you and seemed that I walked into that trap. When that in her eyes I thought I was ready to see Satin, but instead she looked at me with respect and understanding. I expected her to tell me shut the fuck up and me right there, but she didn't. Why? Was she worried about killing me in front of my friends or was it another thing I mean I would've accepted my fate, I didn't see anything else other than pain in this worthless world. I wanted to forget about it, but it still lingers in my mind.

Michael's POV

I was walking to the back to meet up with the guys, but as lucky as my ass is I bumped into her again this time hitting my shoulder. "You got lucky this time bastard," she said to me as she leaned close to my ear "But next time, you won't be able to see your friend still breathing." I choked on my breath as my eyes widened as she walked away. I ran to the back and saw everyone there, I signed a breath of relief. "Yo, you're here late." I heard my right-hand man say to me. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat down at my spot pulling out my cancer stick and lighting it up. I'm actually a little glad that she had the balls to spare them....

but, why?

A/N~ Hey everyone I apologize that I haven't kept up to date I had a lot of things going and I know I have been using that same excuse every time, but I'm being honest here. I had a lot of homework and I still do. But now I have the inspiration to start writing again so I'll get to it.

1022 words~