Sk8r Boi //m.c.//

Chapter 1

"Did you hear who's back?" Maya asked sitting across from me at the lunch table.

"Jesus?" I responded sarcastically not looking up from my AP chemistry notes.

"No. Well maybe who knows."

"Jesus would."

"Anyway, Mike Clifford is back." She said clearly done with my sarcasm. I looked up at her and shrugged then looked back down, "You know! Michael Clifford! School bad boy? Super hot?"

"I have boyfriend."

"Doesn't mean you can't look at the menu even though you're on a diet."

"Maya!"

"I'm just saying!"

I rolled my eyes and went back to my last minute studying. Every girl had a thing for Michael because of his whole bad boy act and the whole skateboarding thing. I, personally, find it stupid. Throwing your future away and tattooing your entire body isn't exactly attractive to me. Ashton on the other hand was a perfectly fine match for me. He was nice, funny, and smart. I was content with him. Maya on the other hand does a lot more than just look at the menu while she dated boys.

"I hate football training." Luke mumbled sliding next to Maya and putting his head down on the wooden library table.

"Gross, Luke you smell awful." Maya complained moving her chair away from him.

"Thanks Maya. Always here to boost my self confidence."

"Guys this test is really important can you be quiet please?" I begged exasperated from their constant bickering.

"Francesca chill, you'll do fine. You ace every test ever." Maya said rolling her eyes. I just sighed and walked out into the hallway. I should go talk to Mrs Foster to ask some last second questions before my free period was over.

Just as I began to walk down the science hallway something suddenly hit my shoulder from behind causing me to fall.

"Oh my God, Francesca are you okay?" The Lincoln High School celebrity of the day himself, Michael Clifford asked running back with a strong tint of red filling his usually snow white skin as he blushed.

"I'm fine. Why the hell were you skateboarding in the hallway?" I snapped cleaning up my notes. He shrugged and began to help me but I smacked his hand away.

"Damn Frankie, I was trying to help." He scoffed before standing.

"My name is Francesca and I will never ever need any help from you Michael."

"Whatever, see you around Frankie."

"FRANCESCA!" I called to him as he continued to skate down the hall. Just as I did, the bell rang. Brilliant. Now I get to fail my test. All because of stupid Michael Clifford. I walked into class and sat in my tiny desk as I continued to study at the last second. However, Michael Clifford continued to flood my mind. His brightly colored hair interrupted my every attempt to memorize all the properties of the alkali metals. Why did I even care so much about what had happened? Why had a blush erupted across his cheeks when we ran into one another? Do people often call me Frankie without my knowledge?

The final bell rang and students dashed into the room causing my thoughts to be interrupted. Perhaps there was more to Michael and I's story than I can recall.