Before fame; a 5sos fanfic

Chapter 7

Michael:

Stupid Ashton. Why did he have to make Clarissa upset? When she gets upset, she gets these terriblly sad puppy-dog eyes and when the tears come, all I want to do is hug her, hold her, make her better. It was impossible not to have this urge to comfort her, to make her smile, because her happiness is contagious. And then she gets the eyes and I want to hold her in my arms until she's all better, but instead of me, she runs to her asshole of an ex boyfriend, who is apparently not her ex boyfriend anymore. His name is Logan, but I find 'asshole' much more fitting. He holds her tight and despite my trying to keep it down, jealousy rises in my chest. I was the one who was supposed to comfort her, make her feel better, not this douche who cheats on her, and expects her to be okay with it, and when she's not, the asshat fucking ends it with her. Why did she go back to him? I would treat her so much better. I think anyone would treat her better than him, but I want it to be me. I deserve her, she deserves me. We are perfect for each other. She died her hair green when I asked her to, so I know she trusts me. She allows me to cuddle with her and kiss her forehead and cheeks, she even asks me to sometimes, so she was okay with me doing that kind of thing with her. She treats me so well, she defends me and boosts my self-esteem when I'm feeling down and she makes me so happy, I think she loves me. I do all those things for her, so why won't she act upon her feelings? Why doesn't she want me in her life that way? Maybe she does. Maybe she's just scared. Maybe she just doesn't want to ruin my friendship with Calum. I'm sure dating Clarissa would completely destroy our friendship, but I love her. I love Clarissa. No one can keep me from loving her. No one can help me, get me off the drug that is Clarissa. She. Is. Perfect. She's an angel. She is an addiction, and once I got a taste, a glimpse, I'm hooked and I need more. I just need to be around her, thats all it takes. Her presence basically radiates happiness, and love. She can make me laugh without a word. She has the same effect on everybody. She never really understood why the whole school had the hots for her, why the football team were jealous of all of her boyfriends. She just thought it was her body, but she was wrong. Well, half wrong. She was the ultimate model, she could make any man swoon. And she did. Whenever we went to public places and someone eyed her up, which was often, I would have to hold myself back from punching them in the face. I'd discreetly shield her from their view, give them a dirty look and carry on. During school, one of us boys always wanted to stay by her side while she walked down the hall because the boys lining the hallways were eyeing her hungrily and it made me sick-it made us all sick. Luke was quite protective of her. Once, we were on a field trip to a museum on the outskirts of town. A group of boys were snickering and whispering in the corner, glancing at Clarissa the whole time and pointing occasionally. Luke noticed and walked over to one of them, and kicked him in the nuts. His friends told on him, like the immature little twats they were. He would have gotten suspended, but he told the principal that they were making comments about Clarissa, and he was just defending her. The staff accepted this story, and Luke got off easy. The next day, Luke was getting irritated. More people had started offending her, insulting her, instead of calling her hot or complimenting her ass. I never understood why, and I don't know if I ever will. There was not a single thing to mock her for, so they made things up. They said her boobs were plastic. That she was a slut. That she was a bitch. That she bullied every girl in the school. There were so many rumors, and all of them were as far from the truth as they could possibly get. She didn't even wear makeup. Why would anyone think she'd get fake boobs? I know for a fact that Clarissa was not a slut. She was so far from a slut, and that rumor was so stupid. It hurt Clarissa to hear what they thought of her. We told her they were just jealous, but she wouldn't listen. They said she was a bitch. When Clarissa was 5, she donated all of her toys to charity. 5. No 5 year old that donates their toys to charity should ever be called a bitch. They said she bullied all the girls at school. Ha. Ha, no. Clarissa had once threw a full pop can at some guys head for taunting a girl about her turtleneck shirt. Clarissa had sat with the girl the rest of lunch, making her laugh and telling her that the guy was just a jerk and that she could wear whatever she wanted. She even wore her own turtleneck shirt the next day. God, she was so...there's really no words to explain it. She's beyond perfect.