Chapter 14:
Michael's POV
Once I got home I was greeted with both my parents yelling at me for not telling them where I was and why I didn't come home. I rolled my eyes and walked past them trying to go up to my room, but my dad grabbed my arm stopping me. "Michael where were you?" My dad sternly asked me, gripping my arm a little too hard. "I was with my friends; big deal." I told him as I was tugging my arm away from his grasp. "And you didn't decide to tell us?! Were you at that girl's house?" My mom butted into the conversation. I kept quiet knowing she's going to be lecturing me about staying over at a girl's house which would lead to my dad talking about something I don't want to hear.
"How many times do we have to tell you about sleeping over at your girlfriend's house without telling us?" I snapped, yelling at them in embarrassment and annoyance, "Henrietta isn't my girlfriend, I stayed over at Y/n's place with my friends!" My parents looked at me in confusion and questioned me, "The new girl?" "You didn't do anything inappropriate to her, did you Michael?" My mom asked me suspiciously. My whole face turned red in embarrassment as I was disgusted by her asking me that. "God dammit! No I did not! I'm not into her!" I yelled at her as I ran up to my room and shut the door.
My back leaned on my door as I slid down, sitting on the floor contemplating what the hell just happened back there. Oh god, first having to deal with my parents scolding me about sleeping over at my friend's place to sleeping with my friend. Wait, do I consider Y/n as a friend? Whatever I think of that later. I was more disturbed on how they would ask me that question. I don't possess the feeling of love. In addition, I wouldn't go that low into doing... that.
It took me a couple of minutes for me to calm my nerves down about the whole conversation, but it was still in my head. I decided to shower to take my mind off of things. After all, I was still covered in ashes and dirt from last night and was a little cold from the walk back home in the cold weather.
Time skip~
After I finished showering and got dressed, I lit up my cigarette feeling the need to smoke. I took a drag at my smoke and puffed out looking out my window. I still couldn't get those thoughts out of my head as they kept repeating.
"Why the fuck would they ask that question?"
"Don't they know I despise the word love and can't feel it?"
And mostly.
"Why ask that certain question to a 10-year old?!"
I took another puff of my cigarette as I to calm down and try to answer those questions myself. Okay so, why would they ask that type of question to a 10-year old that doesn't feel love? Well,...
I am almost at that age where I have to know about changes and "urges" everyone goes through. Yeah, I get it. I'm getting older and I may have these kinds of things going on physically and mentally. Considering that I would be going into Junior High where everyone is going through their horny phase up until maybe High school or adulthood? I don't fucking know. But I'm seriously not into that and will never be into that.
So knowing that answer, why aren't nerves calming? I took a couple of drags of my cigarette to calm myself, but it didn't do anything. From answering that question, one question stands out that I've been pushing back.
"Do I consider Y/n a friend?"
I took a second to think about this question as I don't know how to answer it. I took a shaky breath as I needed another thing to calm me down and probably distract me from this question. I took out my phone from the pocket of my coat and scrolled through some social media.
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