Good Girls Go Bad // smut

waiting for my moment / michael clifford

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credit: mukebecause

His POV

Tomorrow will be her second Valentine’s Day at this godforsaken school. She transferred here in the middle of her second year of high school and now, just over a year later, things are still the same. She’s the ideal student; teachers love her and her grades are stellar. She sits in class and listens attentively. She takes notes and answers every question correctly. She never skips a class or an assignment and she aces every test. She’s perfect and intelligent and she’s so fucking beautiful. Her voice is like the most amazing, soothing melodic sound ever created. Her eyes shine like clear diamonds and sometimes when she’s listening to music while sitting outside alone, she smiles this secret crooked smile. God, when she smiles, the urge to go over to her and pull one of those ear buds from her perfect little ear and finally find out what the hell she’s listening to is nearly unbearable.

But of course I don’t. I never do. Because I’m a piece of fucking shit.

It’s probably better this way. She’s perfect and pure and she’s everything, while I’m a total nothing piece of shit loser. She’s far, far too good for me anyway. But then why does the thought of never being with her make me feel like I just want to curl up into a ball and die?

Y/N moved here at the beginning of the second semester of our sophomore year. Right smack dab in the middle of another fucked up year at this garbage dump of a high school, this beautiful creature just walked in the door like she belonged here. The first time I saw her, my heart dropped into my stomach like a rock and I felt these fucked up butterflies practically attacking me from the inside. She made eye contact with me for a split second as I had completely stopped walking, or breathing or moving at all for that matter, right in the middle of the crowded hallway. When she looked at me with her big round eyes that swam with emotion, she looked almost nervous. Her cheeks turned this fucking gorgeous and deep shade of blood red and she looked away immediately, drawing her beautiful eyes down to the floor and shuffling away toward the office. That wasn’t the only time the two of us had ever been caught looking at each other, and sometimes she had even snuck me a little smile before blushing and looking away.

One thing she never did though was talk to me. In fact, she never spoke a single word to another student outside of mandatory group work and the occasional “please”, “thank you”, or “excuse me”. She never spoke to me, and I sure as shit never had the balls to ever try and talk to her. If I did try, I’d probably stutter like an idiot or throw up on her shoes.

Besides me being a complete pansy though, Y/N never made a single friend here in over a year and I could not for the life of me figure out why. People tried at first, but after enduring polite brush-offs and declined dates, boys and girls alike stopped with any and all attempts. She ignored everyone, and everyone ignored her. Except me.

"You’re staring again, douchebag," Luke chuckles, punching me hard in the arm.

"Ow! Fuck, you dick lick. That fucking hurt," I complain while rubbing my upper arm roughly to soothe the sting. Ashton and Calum just laugh at our violent exchange as my eyes wander back over to my angel. What is she listening to? I need to fucking find out like right now or it’s going to suffocate me.

"Michael! Pull your skirt down… your vagina’s showing," Calum joins in to tease me relentlessly.

"Fuck off, asshole. Everyone’s heard that one before," I retort as I stand and walk over to the garbage can closest to Y/N to toss my lunch bag in. I linger for a few moments longer than necessary to watch the way the warm, light wind blows through her flowing hair. I can feel the flush in my cheeks as I imagine kissing her pouty lips while running my fingers through her silky locks. I groan audibly and spin around, returning back to sit in the grass with my idiot band mates.