Barely Holding On (M.C.)

Chapter 3

So the pictures on the side are what Julia looks like and her tattoo which is on her right shoulderblade.

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"What does the tattoo mean?" I asked, casually sitting down on his couch.

"Well, it was for one of my ex girlfriends. Now it's just kinda a thing I guess." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"It's cool." I said while awkwardly rubbings my arm. "I um...I have a tattoo too." He looked up at me in surprise.

"Really? Let me see!" He put on a wide smile and looked at me hopefully. I let out a small sigh and stood up. I casually pulled off my sweatshirt which revaled my loose fitting white Mayday Parade tank top. I lowered the right sleeve so you could see the musical note with a heart beat line next to it. I could hear Michael stand up behind me and I tended as I could feel him right behind me. "Wow. That's pretty." I felt him run his fingers over the tattoo.

"Thanks." I mumbled as quietly as I could. No one has ever seen my tattoo. Except my mom because she tattooed it for me. Yeah she works at a tattoo parlor, and she's pretty damn good.

"Why'd you get it?"

"Because music is basically my heart beat." I turned to face him and he smiled, making me melt inside. "I-uh why did you want me to come over?" I said hoping he would stop talking about this.

"Just to hang since I think your cool. You wear band merch and stuff so that helps." Michael timidly smiled. I hung my head and walked passed him. I made sure that my arms were crossed over my chest and I leaned against his kitchen counter.

"I'm not that cool. Okay? You're cool. You're the most popular guy in school! I'm some freak that people make fun of." I fake smiled at him and cocked my head to the side.

"Okay, you can think that." He put his weight on his left leg and crossed his arms.

"I have to leave." I said suddenly as I rushed around the living room, grabbing my jacket and my bag.

"What? Why? No stay!" I rushed to his front door as quickly as I could. He grabbed my wrist and I winced, hoping he couldn't feel the cuts.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I quickly yanked my wrist away and rushed outside.

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I groaned as my alarm went off. No sleep as usual. And to make things worse I'll have to see Michael today, which is something I really don't want. I literally rolled off my bed and onto the floor, not caring if I knocked anything over. My back aches and my eyes are tired. I am not okay.

I quickly put on my minimal amount of make up and tied my hair up into a donut bun. I let some loose hairs fall from the bun and loosely curled them. My eyes scanned my closet as I looked for something to wear. I grabbed a black v-neck and my red and black flannel shirt and tied it around my waist. I went from legging to my black skinny jeans that were ripped at he knees and slipped on some simple black vans.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I actually look good today.

I walked into the front entrance of the school and I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Either I look really good or I did something wrong. I diverted my eyes from everyones and just looked at the ground. Why the hell is everyone looking at me? Did they know about me and Michael?

A hand grabbed my backpack and I expected to be smacked by some bitch at the school but I turned to see Michael warmly smiling at me.

"Go away." I said harshly as I walked away from him.

"I don't think I will." He stepped in front of me and put on a cheeky grin.

"You will. I don't need some popular douchebag feeling sorry for a freak." I quickly fake smiled and pushed him out of my way, leaving him behind me.

I didn't feel bad. I don't need him following me around all the time to make me feel better.

I sat through my first classes, thankfully none of which were with Michael. But after lunch, I had all of my end of the day classes with him, so hurray.

I ducked my head and bolted into the classroom. I quickly walked to the back corner and sat down. Michael almost saw me but I don't think he did.

I watched everyone walk in, each one giving me a dirty look as they sat down. "What the hell." I whispered. What did I do to make them do this to me?

"Hey Julia!" Michael's loud voices echoed through the room and everyone gave him the death stare.

"Oh god please stop." I slouched down as far as I could in my chair and sighed as he sat down next to me. "Please go away." I said as harshly as I could.

"No. You're my friend now okay? I'm never leaving your side." He put on a proud smile and gently nudged my leg with his.

"I don't want to be your friend."

"Yeah you want me to be your boyfriend." He smirked and I shot him a look.

"Okay stop. You're not my friend. You're not my anything. Stop trying to fix something that's been broken for years!" I stood up from my seat and ran out of the classroom before I could be yelled by Michael or my teacher.