I was amazed by how many populars actually got placed in advanced chemistry. I took a seat in the middle row wanting to be home. Sat down next to me was a boy who looked like he could beat the shit out of everyone in this classroom. He wore black combat boots, skinny jeans, and a sex pistols shirt. His purple hair looked even more ridiculous than his outfit. "You havin' fun there?" He chucked noticing me staring. I blushed slightly and looked away. Mrs. Austurnberg handed out instructions and we started on our "group projects" just to my luck, I was paired with the punk looking boy sitting next to me. "Okay so the solar system-"
"Is completely pointless, and who gave you permission to talk to me?" He said harshly. He took out his phone and started doing whatever on it. "You know, I could easily go up to Mrs.A and tell her you're on your phone and not wanting to help. So have fun with a zero." I said getting up. He clutched my arm sending chills down my spine at his touch.
"I don't think you wanna do that" he said.
"Why not?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Should I....?"
He laughed lightly then spoke "Michael Clifford? I held one of the biggest parties last year."
"Oh, and is that supposed to impress me?" I said. High fiving myself for the insult I had just given.
"Ooo smart AAAND feisty. I like that" he said sliding closer. I scooted back further, trying to get away from him. Soon, he had me pinned to a wall. We got closer until we were maybe 3 inches apart. He looked straight into my eyes which I noticed are also green. His lips lingered over mine. I could feel his breath. "You wanna go tell Mrs.A? Be my guest" he whispered. I had no words. Not because I liked him or anything. But because no boy has ever done that to me before. I wasn't ready to be pinned to a wall feeling like I was about to get raped.
"Haha told you." He said. I looked at the clock and discovered we only had 2 minutes til the bell. "Shit Michael, this project was supposed to be actually started by today?! All you did was argue with me!"
"Oh fuck off" he said kicking his feet up in the desk. Well then. Could he be any more obnoxious?
The rest of the day went by in a blur,wondering if this project will ever get finished. I put my things in my locker after the bell and started walking home. Before leaving campus I look around my locker area to make sure I hadn't forgotten anything. While looking, I saw Michael leaning on the side of a GMC smoking a cigarette. Classy. As I approach my driveway, I and greeted by a black Honda. Dad must be home. My hand reached for the doorknobs thinking about what they are doing. I put my head to the door to gets visual of what is going on. "Oh my god did you really" I heard giggling. "I did! It was so much fun" a male voice spoke. I heard ever more laughter. Why are they laughing? My dad just fucking walked out. I reached for the doorknob as the door flew open. "BREE!" His open arms flew over my shoulders. He hugged me like there was no tomorrow. "I missed you so much!!!" He exclaimed. I looked at him dead in the eyes wondering if he was telling the truth or not. I wiggle out of his grab and run up to my room. How could my dad do this? He left. Even if it was only for a day, he still left. He can't think it's okay to do so. I slam my door shut and fill my room with All Time Low.➸➸➸➸➸➸➸➸➸➸➸
Authors note :DHey! Sorry this chapter is really short, I will try to update soon :( not a very fast writer oops! Remember to comment suggestions or tips! And keep reading!
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What Are The Odds//Michael Clifford {discontinued}
Novela JuvenilJanuary 15. That was the date things changed. She never knew she would fall for a bad boy. He never knew he would fall for a good girl. What are the odds?