Mixed Feelings: A Michael Afton x Reader Story.

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧 - 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡

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- chapter contains strong language!!

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As soon as mom dropped me off, Cadence and Annie came running up to me. Lovely.

Cadence picked me up off the ground slightly and hugged me- why.
"Woah?!" I cried, wriggling around in her, surprisingly, strong grip. Maybe cheer leading was a real exercise- throwing teenage girls up in the air 24/7 and all- I don't know.

She giggled, "I'm just happy to see you! Annie and I missed you!!" She put me down. This girl was 5'8- I'm H/N.
"Likewise," I smiled slightly.

"Are you excited for my bomb ass party this Friday? It's gonna be sick- my parents are out of town for the whole weekend," Cadence beamed.
"Sooo much alcohol," Annie giggled, "we're gonna get so wrecked!!"
"Yeah.. it's gonna be great," I shrugged. Did I really want to go? I was still so shaken up, so skittish. I flinched every time anyone touched me.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea. But was sitting at home alone, thinking about it all more and more, better than just letting go and distracting my thoughts? I couldn't let it get to me. I had to get through it- there's no way I'm going to let this scare me forever. I'm still breathing- still standing. I should be grateful for my luck: I should be grateful that I had my own back! I fought off a psychotic adult man?! I'm amazing.

"What's up with you?" Annie placed a hand on her hip, tilting her head. I broke from my thoughts: "huh?"
"You're acting hella weird.. did something happen?" She prodded.
"No!" I defended quickly, "I'm fine!" I put on a large, fake smile.

The girls both glanced at each other, "okay." Cadence shrugged with a smile, before turning around and sashaying into the school- Annie following. I sighed, trudging after them.

"Hey!" An arm came around me as I walked. I looked up: of course. My saviour from that horrific night.

"Hi Michael," I smiled. Cadence glanced back at us for a moment, before looking ahead again.

"You left me yesterday," Michael fake-sobbed, walking with me as we weave through people crowding in the corridors.
I laughed at him, "my deepest condolences." My hand came to his hair- ruffling it playfully.

"We need to talk though- at least- if you want to." He said softly, smiling and taking his arm away to hold my hand: stopping me in the corridor. I smiled- stopping. He remembered. He really did care..

"Maybe.." I only said, remembering everything. I can't tell him- I've already explained it to his mother. It would feel draining: having to explain it all again.

"It's complicated, I'll think about it." I lied and he only nodded- looking away toward a deeper voice shouting his name. He took his hand away from mine, shouting after his friend. "Later then," I smiled, causing him to look back at me.
"Definitely," he grinned: running off after his friends down another corridor. I caught up with Annie and Cadence.

"I'm getting Brandon to bring most of the alcohol, since I spent so much money on drinks at my last party," Cadence explained. "Dad wants me to slow down with the whole 'using his money' for a while- saying I need to 'calm down." She scoffed. Daddy's very unreasonable.

"What a bastard," Annie agreed with her friend.
"But I have more than twenty people setting up the alcohol- it's going to be crazy." Cadence looked back at me with a grin.

I laughed a little, rubbing the back of my neck. "You have to come," Cadence begged, "promise me you'll at least show up!!"
I sighed, "alright." Cadence clasped her hands together excitedly, almost squealing.