Rejects 《Michael Clifford》

What A Day: Part One

The rest of the day went by pretty okay. I endured the usual stares and laughter from girls way prettier than myself. I was occasionally pushed in the hall whilst going to and from classes but it was nothing out of the ordinary. It's almost kind of sad that I'm so used to being hurt and judged by everyone but then I look in the mirror and realize that maybe I deserved it.

I was always different than everyone else and I guess getting bullied was my punishment for going against the norm.

It was finally fifth hour which meant that I got to go to lunch. I didn't really have any friends so I just sat alone against one of the cafeteria walls most of the time. I made my way to my locker, grabbing some books for the next few classes I had left and started walking towards the lunch room. As per usual, I wasn't paying any attention and walked straight into somebody again. I was expecting to have hit the ground by now but I was surprised to see two arms holding me up. I followed their arms up to their shoulders and then their face. I shouldn't have been shocked to see Michael's face looking down at me.

We've got to stop meeting like this, he laughed slightly, helping me up. He looked down at the floor at where my books lay and picked them up, handing them to me. There ya go, do you have lunch this period, by any chance?  I simply nodded because I couldn't manage to speak. I still wasn't accustomed to him being around me and talking to me. Care to join me then? He looked at me with a smile and a hopeful look in his eyes. I thought about it for a moment. Maybe I should go ahead and do it. What's the worst that would happen?

I nodded at him, Sure, sounds cool. He smiled back down at me and we began walking towads the lunch room. I let him lead the way because I wasn't sure as to where he wanted to sit.

He picked a table off in a corner, good choice, if I do say so myself. The less attention the better. He pulled out a chair and sat down and I sat in the one next to him, making sure to leave a large amount of space between us. He looked at me and furrowed his brows, Watchya doing all the way over there, silly?, He questioned and pulled my chair over to his by one of the legs. I blushed furiously because I didn't want to be this close to him, I wasn't used to it. He noticed my face and asked me if I was okay, I merely responded with a nod of the head.

He rifled through his bag, searching for something. He pulled out what I assumed was his lunch and began eating. I decided to take the time to read a book I brought, considering I never ate lunch anymore. I began reading for a few minutes and I heard him speak up, Aren't you going to eat lunch? Aren't you hungry?

I was hungry actually but didn't want to eat. It'd be better for everyone if I skipped out on eating. I looked up from my book and he almost looked worried. Ha, like that'd actually happen. Nah, I'm not hungry. I normally don't eat lunch anyway. After that, he dropped it and I continued reading.

It was almost the end of lunch and I heard him speak up again, So I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out today after school? I bit my lip, thinking. Maybe I should say yes, I seriously have no one and nothing left to lose so I agreed to hang out with him today. We swapped numbers and decided that we'd meet up after the final bell and chill at his place.

The bell for our next class rang and we went our seperate ways. I was kinda nervous to be around him alone, only because it's been so long since I've actually had friends to hang out with. I was also afraid that he'd say something hurtful to me just like everyone else did. I guess I just had to wait and see. I sat through three more boring classes and didn't pay any attention to them. It was almost time to leave and go home but I decided to go to the bathroom during the last few minutes. I walked with my backpack over to the closest restroom and walked in.

There were two girls standing at the sinks glaring at me. I brushed it off and went over to the larger stall. All I was in there to do was fix my makeup but I felt too awkward so I just used the stall with the built in sink and mirror. As I attempted to fix my makeup, I heard the two girls chatting to each other. Did you see that freak? She had so many cuts on her legs. She probably does that to herself. I bet she just does it for attention that little attention whore.

Yes, I cut. I self harm. It's stupid, I know. It's a bad habit I had picked up a year back but haven't found the strength to stop. It's how I coped with things.

By this time, I gave up on trying to fix my makeup and began crying. I wiped my eyes and left the stall making my way to the door. One of the girls looked at me, mockingly. Awhh, do you see this? The little freak is crying. She pushed me so I hit the the wall and yelled at me to leave. I rushed out of there and quickly made my way over to the music room and sat in the far corner of it. I brought my knees to my chest and I began sobbing.

The bell rang and I just stayed put where I was. After a few minutes, I get a text from Michael asking where I was. I don't know why I did it but I told him that I was in the music room. Normally, I wouldn't want anyone seeing what an emotional wreck I was but again, I had no one. I just wanted someone to tell me that everything would be okay.

A few moments later, I heard the door open and shut and felt someone wrap their arms around me. Shh, it's okay, I'm here. What's wrong, Ronnie? I looked up and saw Michael staring at me with worry in his eyes.

I didn't say anything, I just buried my head in his chest and kept crying. He stood up and lifted me up with him as well. He put an arm around my shoulder to steady me and walked me out of the building to what I assumed was his car. He opened the door for me and buckled my seat belt, closing the door behind him. He walked over to the driver's side and got in, starting up the car and leaving the school.

The first few minutes to his house were quiet. Then he asked me why I was crying again. By now, my crying had stopped but I told him that I'd talk about it when we got to his house.

We arrived at his house minutes later and he walked with me through the door and up the stairs to his room. His walls were filled with band posters. As far as furniture, He had a decent sized bed in the far left corner by a window. Next to it was a desk with a computer. On the wall parallel to his bed, were two doors, one being for the bathroom and the other being for the closet.

He walked over to the desk setting his backpack down and then sat on his bed. I just stood there, not knowing what to do. He looked over at me and smiled sadly. He got up and grabbed my backpack setting it by his. He grabbed my hand led me over to his bed. We sat down across from each other, criss cross. Can you tell me what's wrong please? Why were you crying so much? He looked at me worriedly. I took a deep breath and sighed. Well...

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So there it is, chapter two. I had fun writing it. I really tapped into a lot of my emotions for it so it's almost kinda draining. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Vote, Follow, Comment, Yada Yada Yada

<3 Ronnie