Mr. Clifford

Chapter 3

-Jemma Smith-

"Umm... Hey, Michael." I hope that wasn't too awkward....

"So... Wanna hang out?" Asdfghjkl! Of course I want to hang out, what do you think?

Wait.

What The hell!?

Ughh. I hate to say this, but...... I'm in love with my boss. >.< It's just- he's so hot.

"Ummm... Thanks?" What DAFQ? What did I say?

"For what?" I asked.

"For telling me that I'm hot." Holy shitting shit! Did I even say that out loud? Like what the actual fuck!?

"Yes, you did." Fuck! I did it again!

Okay, Jemms! Stop it, okay? Shit! I think I'm a crazy person, 'cause I'm talking to myself!

"I'm so so so sorry, Mr. Clifford." I apologised.

"It's Michael. And don't be sorry, Cause you're the only person who could tell me that." He said and winked at me.

Are you flirting with me? Cause if you are, I can eat someone right now. Seriously? You're so fucking hot! And yes, I will eat a person if I have to.

Faggot.

"Uh, You still haven't answer my question." Michael said scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh, right. What was that question again?"

"I asked you if you want to hang out with me?"

"Oh, Sure." Oh my gosh! Why are you so fucking hot, Michael? Geez! I am so freakin' pissed! *Note to sarcasm, But not the hot part .|.*

We walked out of the pool and went to Ashton's garden. Then I saw my favourite flower. A sunflower. But it was closed :'( 😢

"Hey, Why are you frowning?" Michael asked.

"Nothing." I shook my head and gave him a smile.

Then I realised that I'm hanging out with my boss, and I'm just wearing a bikini.

"Are you okay? You seem to be a little stresses out?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, I mean- I'm g-great,Yeah." Quit stuttering you dumb twat!

"Okay, If you say so." He gave me a charming smile. Oh, what wonderful joy *British accent* (I've lost my American accent :( My British accent is back! Noooo!)

We sat on the bench beside the swing set and admired the the wonderful view. The two of us were just sitting there in silence. That silence wasn't that awkward. It was extremely awkward! Michael was just tapping his fingers on the bench and there I was, Sitting in the opposite side of the bench so we wouldn't be extremely close.

Am I scared of my boss? I thought I was inlove with him?

Maybe I'm scared of falling inlove?

Screw this, I'm inlove with him!

"Uhhh... Are We Gonna do s-something?" I asked. Oh, dear! Jemma! First you stutter in front of your boss, Now you're gonna be this weird and awkward person? What the hell?

"HEY, MICHAEL! STOP FLIRTING WITH YOUR ASSISTANT! WE'RE GONNA PLAY VOLLEYBALL!" Calum yelled at us.

"Let's go?" I asked and he nodded.