A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

TW: Gore

(Y/N's POV)

Finally! That class was a bust. The fucking teacher decides to take a drink of her fancy booze right in front of us while we are working and the bastard drank the whole bottle. She didn't even save some for the class.

Tomorrow was the day for the concert and we were told to dress nicely and all that crap. I grabbed my stuff and headed out to the music room. Michael was keeping his distance away from me like he was supposed to and the rest of the goths came by his side. I was minding my own business when they all crowded me in their little group.

Luckily, they weren't talking to me as we headed into the music room. I placed my bag near a corner, went to my spot, grabbed my guitar to tune it and waited until everyone gathered in. A few minutes later, everyone was in their spots, instruments tuned and the director warmed up the choir and was ready to go.

Time skip~

About 2 hours later, the rehearsal was already over. "Alright kids, great job! Tomorrow night is the concert so dress up nicely!" The teacher informed us. I rolled my eyes as I unplugged the guitar cord out of the speaker creating a loud screech from the speaker. I laughed as I placed my guitar in the case and headed out of the choir room.

As I was walking, I started thinking why not sabotage the whole concert. Just because I'm doing this doesn't mean I can't have my own kind of fun. I thought about the perfect set up for tomorrow.

I was lost in my scheming that I didn't know the goths were right next to me. "Hey, earth to Y/n." Henrietta snapped her fingers in my face that made me snap out of my trans. "Huh?" I said out of boredom looking at my surroundings now noticing I have posers getting my attention. "We were just asking if you wanna get some coffee with us." Henrietta spoke. "Eh, why the fuck not. I've got nothing better to do." I replied back to her.

We all walked to Village Inn and sat down together enjoying the quiet of us all smoking. Firkle was playing with his knife, Henrietta was reading, Pete was playing with his cigarette, Michael was looking around trying to distract his mind and avoid eye contact with me while I was doing the same and scrolling through news articles on my phone. Pete looked over my shoulder seeing my phone, "What's with the news articles?" he questioned me. I came up with an excuse, "Keeps me updated on what the conformists are up to, you know." It was a shitty excuse, but he shrugged and bought it.

What felt like an hour, our coffee arrived. I was in no big rush to get home and so far everything was going okay. After I finished my drink, I got up and left. The goths questioned me, but I ignored their calls and headed back home. I didn't want to go home, but something just had to come up.

Ignoring my missed calls and messages from my damn parents, I arrived at the crime scene and I'm not at all fazed by it. Another fucking house party surrounded by a bunch of drunk and high 6th graders. I noticed that not only was there drugs and alcohol at this party, but there were a bunch of dead bodies from, most likely, alcohol poisoning and overdoses. I rolled my eyes, "Fucking morons." I mumbled as I did my work.

Time skip~

(Goth's POV)

We are now chilling at Henrietta's room writing poetry to pass the time of our boring, miserable lives. It was quiet for only a couple of minutes until Michael decided to break the silence. "What are guys thinking about the concert tomorrow?"

Everyone stopped writing their poems and turned to look at him to reply to his question. Pete groans, "I rather waste my Saturday night going to the graveyard playing with the ouija board to fuck with spirits than going to some conformist's event acting like them." "Yeah, I wish that there is a tragedy so big that they cancel the whole damn thing." Henrietta agrees. "I want a murder to take place there so I don't want to miss it." Firkle said out loud.