"Michael Clifford."
I couldn't help but gasp and knit my eyebrows together when she said that was the famous ex who she wrote the song about. The one who screws girls over. Why was I surprised? Its a small world, I guess. Michael is a douche bag, the song title fits him perfectly.
However, hearing the words was surprising. I couldn't imagine Michael in an actual relationship. Not one that would last more than a day. Maybe two.
"Wow that dude gets around. He goes to our school, you know?" Ashton exclaimed, seemingly excited for the drama that was sure to eventually happen.
Abbi grimaced and set the guitar in her lap carefully. "No way! That totally sucks. I hate him so much. He broke my heart and stomped all over it."
I smirked a little, actually glad that Michael ripped the heart out of her and stepped all over it. Does that make me a bad person?
Maybe, but Abigail did prove to be a lying, superficial bitch, and if Michael wants to break her heart he could go right ahead and do so. I wasn't going to stop him.
"I can't believe he goes to your school. I'm so upset I thought it would be a good school with nice people," she said glumly. She slumped over, burying her face in her hands and letting out a small sigh, probably trying to get us to feel sorry for her. Pathetic.
"Awww its okay, Abbi! I'm sure he won't bother you. I won't let him. You can hang with us, right Brin?" Ashton blurted out in sympathy, wrapping an arm around her shoulders while I stared at the ground. Apparently it worked.
I tried hard to smile as I looked up at them, my blue eyes meeting Abbi's brown ones. "Yeah, sure. Whatever will make you feel better."
She smiled, almost sinisterly and entangled both of us in a group hug. "Thanks! You guys are the best!"
The only thought going through my head while being squished to death was how the hell am I going to get myself out of this one?
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The rest of the week passed by slowly with me worrying about everything. Not a moment went by where I wasn't worrying about something. Mostly I was scared that Kennedy would get revenge somehow since I had to go to school. That or someone would do it for her so she didn't have to get her hands dirty.
Finally it was Friday and I was pretty sure I wouldn't get punished by Kennedy at least for the week. She was back at school, though, I had seen her a couple times. More than necessary in my opinion.
I slammed the door shut of Calum's car and yelled my goodbyes to him and my brother as I walked across the parking lot. I didn't go to the cafeteria anymore since that's where my little.... 'accident' happened. I would choose to never see any of the so called badass crew ever again.
Instead, I veered to the left side of the brick school building and walked along the sidewalk, enjoying the cool breeze and the sound of my combat boots hitting the cement.
My school wasn't the biggest school around, so u didn't have many options as to where I could sit in the mornings. I wandered around yesterday and found a peaceful place though-- the bleachers.
Our school had a football field that was also used for soccer. Sure, the bleachers were always littered with trash and the grass wasn't ever mowed evenly, but I'll take what I get.
I turned the corner of the building and immediately regretted it. Of course, with my luck Michael and some chick would be making out right in front of me, against the brick wall. And it wasn't like, pg kissing. Nope. It was the full groping, grinding, sloppy make out.
