About A Girl [Michael Afton x Reader]

Chapter 3 - Rumble

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Everyone was practically in a hurry to go somewhere. But it wasn't the urge to go home. I spotted Victoria in the crowd, and I went with her "Hey what's going on?" "There's a rumble going on at an abandoned mall between the greasers and Michael's group" "What really?" "Yeah, it's going to be awesome!" "Is everyone in the school going?" "Not sure" she shrugged. "Come on let's go" she linked her arm around mine and we headed out of the school. We spotted her friends, some of them were leaning against a car "Hey Ya'll ready to go?" "Yup, you are coming y/n?" "Uh sure" I smiled "Great let's go before we're late" we all hopped in the car. I sat near the window view, and I was being squished against the door.

After what felt like ages we finally arrived. I saw the crowd sitting down on the parking lot with snacks. There weren't many people here as I thought there would be. We all got off the car once we heard the engine stop. I spotted Michael talking with his group and the greasers doing the same "So what lead them to do this?" "I don't know something about a girl i guess" "A girl?" I was kind of shocked. Michael fighting for a girl?

We heard a horn, and everyone covered their ears and looked at the guy. "Alright ladies and gentlemen the rumble will be starting now" he had a speaker and a cheap microphone. "We have Michael and his group, and the greasers please make your way to the middle of the lot"

To be fair I was hoping Michael wouldn't get hurt. I wasn't gaining feelings for him or anything. We aren't even that close, and he hates me to bits. I'm just being a decent person, right?

The guy blew the horn again signaling for the boys to start fighting. They all charged at each other punching and kicking. It was quite funny as it reminded me of a cat fight. Michael stood out the most for me. I watched every move I watched his muscles flex, the determination in his ocean eyes. "You good girl?" "Oh yeah" I blinked a couple of times before turning my attention to the group's conversation.

The horn rang again signaling for them to stop. A few guys were on the floor, and some were sitting down catching them breathe "THE WINNER IS MICHAEL'S GANG!" Everyone clapped their hands as they felt disappointed that the greasers didn't win. I looked over at Michael who had pretty bad bruises. After a few minutes everyone had left. I went over to Michael "Hey you good?" "Of course, am "he rolled his eyes. I looked at the bruises on his arms and cheek "Do you want me to help you with that" I slightly brushed my hand on his arm feeling the dark circles formed in his tanned skin. "I don't need your help" he pushed me slightly and started walking. I ran over to him "Do you want me to walk with you?"