So Called Random Words (Michael Clifford)

1.0 'good girls'

I halted all movement. "Wh-what?"

Ashton blushed, "You were sorta humping the seat..."

Calum exclaimed, "I don't really know how this song makes you feel-dirty- but we can change-"

"No! Th-that's not it..."

After a short tense silence Ashton muttered, "Can you just tell us what's really going on? You've been acting pretty weird whenever we turn on music really."

Calum added, "Yeah. I've noticed that too. So can you tell us?"

I shuffled in my seat a little as Ashton pulled the car to a stop on the side of the road so we could talk safely. "I don't think so," I muttered.

"Get out." Ashton growled, suddenly angry.

"Wait what?" I exclaimed.

"He means get out of the car." Calum mutters.

"But why?"

Ashton glared, "You're keeping something from us, and I'd like to know what. But if you can't trust us, what's the point of being friends?"

I started to tear up, I know it's pathetic but I can't lose them, they're my only real friends.

"So what's it gonna be? Are you gonna tell us?"

"Or are we not going to be friends any more." Calum continued.

"Okay. I'll tell you."

>.<

"Okay so let me get this straight. You like the same music we like. But you have to hide it in case the principle finds out. The principal is your dad-"

"And you like Michael. Of all people you could like, it's the baddest of the school. And the music you love is anything but hip-hop and pop." Calum continues.

Ashton muses, "Wow. You really are a good girl who hasn't been caught."

I shrug. "I guess."

>.<

It was two in the morning, and my dog would not shut up. She just kept barking and barking. So with a lot of consideration and groans, I decided to walk her.

I was outside on the sidewalk with my hair in a messy high ponytail, a gray tank top , and pink pajama pants. I had earphones with the maximum volume set as I jammed out to my punk rock music list. I heard a rustle and stopped moving.

I look around for a minute and was about to shake it off, until I saw the kitchen light of my house switch on. I ran back to my house and quickly hopped into my room through the backyard, and used the window sill from the 1st floor. I rushed off my dogs leash and jumped into bed, releasing fake snores.

I hear my door creak open. Someone walks in. I hear my mother say goodnight and kiss me on the cheek and left.

>.<

Feels like I'm falling in love alone, Stella won't you take me home?↞↠
(Stella, by All Time Low)

I smile to myself and hum the words I know so well.

I walk over to my locker only to see Michael Clifford leaning against it.

Staring straight at me.

With a smirk.

Keep your cool. I tried to remind myself.

"Um h-hi." I cursed myself internally for stammering.

He smirked more and leaned over to my ear and whispered in his deep voice, "I know your secret, sweetheart."

And then he was gone before I had a chance to exhale a deep breath.