Just Saying

C H A P T E R 7

Okay, ahh... This is going to be my first a/n before the chappie... All I'm going to say is, the story is going to be v v cliché and fluffy. I'm sorry if the story sucks. It's my first time so pls bear with me.

I'm a unicorn, so i hope u understand...

- Keeper Of The Clifford
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Mikhaela's Point of View

Tuesday comes rolling in. Even how much effort Tommy exerted to cheer me up, the sadness seems to overpower the slight happiness I felt yesterday.

I sigh, throwing on the first set of clothes I lay my eyes on - a pair of black joggers and an oversized shirt which I believe belongs to Michael. I don't bother combing my hair so I proceeded to lace up my grey keds.

After another sleepless night, I barely have the energy to stand much less pick a proper outfit.

I wear the beanie Tommy forced me to use yesterday. I grab my bag along with my thick-rimmed glasses as I am too tired to put on my contact lenses.

Surprise, surprise!

I drag myself down the staircase where I see Michael shoving a sandwich down his throat.

"Where's mum?" My voice was hoarse, which doesn't really surprise me. I mean, I have been crying so that's why.

"She went to work already. God, Mik. You look like hell. You could've atleast covered those bags." I snarl, rolling my eyes.

"Piss off, Gordon." He raises his hands up in mock surrender, then continuing to shove down the poor sandwich. I approach him, getting an apple from the fruit bowl adjacent to his seat.

"I hope you choke," I mutter loud enough for him to hear just as I bite the apple.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

I glare at him menacingly.

"I'll shut up now," He announces quickly. He devours the last piece of the sandwich then drags me by the shirt to the car, despite my protests.

He slams the door when I finally get seated. I grumble unholy words under my breath, crossing my arms at him and pouting.

"You look stupid," He says nonchalantly, starting up the car then leaving the drive way. I punch him playfully - maybe not - after I manage to put on my glasses.

He curses inaudibly. I ignore him and decided to listen to the music, Michael played right after he starts up the car.

Just as we arrive at the gates, 21 Guns starts to play.

"Great timing!" He groans out loud. I stare at him weirdly, gripping the strap of my bag.

"I'm gonna go..." I tell him cautiously. He waves twice and I take that as my cue to leave.

I walk alone towards the doors, ignoring the hollers from certain people. I slip into my first period quietly and sat beside Luke, not bothering to greet him whatsoever.

He seems to notice my current mood and decides to not talk to me. To which I thank him mentally for.

Lunch arrives and instead of the usual routine, I choose to skip lunch and head towards the school's rooftop. I sit near the edge, listening to the chirps of the birds and the occasional laughter of the students below.

The wind blows softly. I close my eyes and savor the freshness of the air.

I yawn out loud. I get up from my previous position and sit down beside the wall, away from the edge. I lean on it and closed my eyes.

Maybe a few minutes of sleep will brighten my mood, I thought before succumbing to sleep.

The rest of the week goes by like that. Get little to no sleep, freshen up, go to school, hide at the rooftop, then go home.

It's already Friday. You'd think I was recovering already but it's the exact opposite. I'm getting paler and more sickly looking according to the lads.

I always tell them I'm fine, hoping they'll leave me to deal with my problems alone. Which they have done for the whole week, might I add.

I don't even know why I'm getting sleep deprived.

S i g h

What is wrong with me?

The belp rings signifying the end of the week. I hurriedly grab my bag and the hoodie I brought today. I slip it on and make a beeline for the exit.

I was nearly there when a hand pulls me back. I lose my footing but I was able to regain my balance quickly.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I turn around to see Tommy crossing his arms and pouting at me. I push my glasses - which I have worn for the whole week - up the bridge of my nose.

"Home." Is all I say, before spinning on my heel and walking out the door.

"Wait! Let me walk you home. I haven't talked to you the whole week," He says, a hint of melancholy laced in his voice.

I contemplate for a while.

I do miss him talking to him and I really need company right now... So, why the hell not?

I nod my head as a cue for him to come. He grins widely and takes my hand in his, dragging me to the exit.

I giggle slightly as I try to match my pace with his.

"Be glad I didn't bring the car today," He says, still holding my hand as we walk to the direction of my house.

The warm feeling isn't alien to me at all. I take it as his way of reassuring me on certain situations.

Along the way, I have come to the realization that he has made it his life mission to cheer me up. Why? Why else would he be cracking up jokes and pulling funny faces?

We reach my house minutes later. I turn around to face him. I shoot him a smile before hugging him. I pull away too soon causing him to look at me in disbelief. I giggle slightly and gently tap his nose before heading for the door.

"Thank you, Tommy."

And the door was shut.