Logan
I walked down my driveway and across the street to the bus stop. I really hate the bus stop honestly. I unfortunately live in the neighborhood with all the kids that apparently matter, so I have to hear them brag about their 'popular problems'. There are five of them excluding myself. Two girls; Shana and Sadie and three boys; Ian, Todd and Michael. I personally think they're all annoying except for Michael. Not just because he's tall and super cute with his big brown eyes, curly hair and perfect beige skin, but also because he's just himself.
He doesn't act like he shits gold bricks like the rest of them. I sit down on the bus bench and stare at my feet as I hear the Fucked up 4 come towards me.
That's my nickname for them, excluding Michael.
They laugh loudly and quiet down as they notice me sitting on the bench. Shana and Sadie go in for the kill.
"Aw, look what the cat dragged out of bed again this morning!" Shana throws on a fake smile and I inhale slowly, praying for the bus to hurry up.
"Looks like he not only dragged her out of bed, looks like he dressed her too!" Sadie backs her up, as they both started laughing, along with Ian and Todd. A throat clears and I look up to see Michael glaring at them. He spoke so softly, but had so much force in his words.
"Shana, Sadie. Knock it off. Stop being such bitches." They both gasp and look away, obviously embarrassed. Michael glance at me and smiled and I give him a small smile as I hear the bus pull up. I stand up from the bench while the bus doors opened, only to be shoved back by the Fucked up 4. I stumble back bracing for the contact my ass and the concrete were about to make, but gentle firm arms catch me. I clutch at the arms with wide eyes. They stood me up right and I turn to see Michael giving me a sad smile. I shake my head and speak softly.
"Thanks for saving my ass again... literally." I walk on the bus and Michael walked in behind me, chuckling.
"You're funny and no problem." I smile to myself at the compliment I just received from the most perfect guy I know. Michael and the Fucked up 4 proceeded to the back of the bus to sit, while I sit in the very front so I could make an easy get away.
Ten minutes later, the bus pull up to the high school and I rush off the bus and head towards my locker. I get what I needed and head off to my first period class.
I pray this day goes by fast.
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The bell signaling the end of the day and I rush towards my locker again, eager to get the hell out of this prison. Today was just weird, too weird. There's this guy who's also a loner, but I've never heard him speak a single word. He's a looker, I'll give him that; nice brown eyes and dirty blonde hair, but I had an off feeling about him. He just kept staring at me today, I've caught him staring before and then quickly look away, but today he didn't even care that I saw him, he would just stare then smirk at me. It was seriously starting to creep me out, but I don't overreact, so I shrug it off.
I slowly shove things in my locker while I was in deep thought thinking of that creepy guy, when someone shoves me hard making me face palm the inside of my locker and knocking out 95 percent of everything in it. I heard the giggling and didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. Shana and Sadie. I look up at the ceiling and groan loudly before kneeling to pick up my stuff off the floor. I hear another soft, but throaty chuckle and I freeze and glance up to see Michael. He bends down and started helping me stack my things. He looks at me and grin.
"You really hate them, don't you?" He asked. I smiled genuinely at him and sigh.
"Hate is a strong word, I don't have ANY feelings for those idiots. But I do dislike them with a passion." I frown. He chuckles and stack the last book and we both stand up. He handed me things one by one as I put them in neatly. I closed my locker, turn to face him and lean my back against it. He smiled.
"I don't blame you at all. Sometimes I dislike them with a passion too." He shrugs. I half assed a smile at him and he cocks an eyebrow.
"What?" He questions. I furrow my brows in confusion and he smirk.
"Don't look all confuse, what did you want to say?" He asked and I bite the side of my lip and shrug.
"Nothing Michael, we need to get on the bus." I push myself off my locker and he chuckles, stepping closer to me as I step back, leaning on my locker again. He put both of his hands on the locker on both sides of my head, ultimately trapping me. I felt my heartbeat quicken as he lean in grinning.
"I'll move once you say what you wanted to say. You have to speak what's on your mind Logan, otherwise, how will anyone be able to communicate with you?" He asked. I release my lip from my teeth and release a shaky breath.
"I just wanted to know if you really feel the way I feel about them, then why-" I stop as he cuts me off.
"Do I hangout with them?" He asks and I nod. He sighs while absentmindedly twisting the ends of my hair, making me blush.
"You see, I wake up and ask myself that question everyday. I guess it's mainly cause our parents are friends so I feel like I'm always gonna have to deal with them, so I do. But I wish I were like you." I widen my eyes and shake my head.
"No, you don't." I mumble, looking down at my feet. He tucks my hair behind my ear, making me look up at him and he nod.
"I do." He whispers.
"You spend everyday at school, not caring about what people say, think and do. You just worry about yourself, and I admire that. Though I wish you'd open up that gorgeous mouth of yours and speak up for yourself when needed. I wish I could be carefree and peaceful as you are. You have a beautiful personality, I can tell. I just wish you'd show it more." I smiled widely, as my face felt like it was on fire. Michael chuckles and we both jump as we heard the two minute warning honks from the buses.
"SHIT!" We both shriek as we take off running towards the main entrance. Michael grabs my hand and pull me faster along.
We were on the second floor of the school and had to run down the stairs, Michael skid around a corner so fast stumbling and me following after him. We laugh loudly echoing through the hallways as we finally dash through the front doors. We ran towards our bus before the doors closed. We walk on the bus still holding hands, I look at Michael and his appearance describe mine, his face flushed and breathing ragged. We both examined each other and busted out laughing again. I haven't laughed with anyone this hard before other than my parents. It honestly feels good. I suddenly realized we were on the bus, being watched by other people. I glance away from Michael and see the Fucked Up 4 giving me disgusted looks and I roll my eyes. I quickly let go of Michael's hand and he cocks an eyebrow at me. I eyed towards his 'friends' and he smirks at me.
"I'll talk to you later, Logan." I smiled and nod my head. He walk towards his 'friends' and I sink in my seat and smile to myself.
I actually talk to someone at school and it was Michael Jackson.
What an amazing weird day.
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Far Away
Mystery / ThrillerI breathed heavily as my feet slammed against the wet concrete. I didn't know how long I'd been running, but I wasn't going to stop until I was far away. Far away from that house, far away from that clock, far away from that room. And far away from...
