A Goth's Love | Michael x Reader

Chapter 17

Chapter 17:

1st Person POV

Another day at school, nothing new or bad happened. No one in the class talked about me and Michael's fight yesterday, but the whole school's talking about it and expecting both of us to have a rematch since our fight was interrupted. Kids are even placing bets on who will win. Hopefully, Michael will accept a rematch.

The 1st half of class wasn't anything important, so when the bell rang for lunch, I walked out of the room. "Wait up," Michael told me as he walked up to me. I walk the opposite of our normal location. He tried asking where I was going, but I barely heard him as I was at the end of the hall.

I was walking around the school and ended up in the cafeteria. I look around and see kids conversing with each other in their groups of friends. I look to my left and see a kid with a blue sweater and hat with a yellow puffball. I walked up to him. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes. I stood next to him.

"Why are you here?" he said, still looking away from me. "Can I not? It's better to not see and do the same thing every day, right?" I questioned him. He shrugged his shoulders, "Does your group know where you are?" "I don't have to tell them where I'm at. They can live without me." I told him.

"Why are YOU here?" I asked him his question. "Why should I tell you?" He answered back with another question. "Touche." That was all I said. "You already know who I am, and I already know who you are, so we can skip introductions." "I can give less than a fuck." He told me in his same monotonous voice.

I held in a chuckle, "I like you, kid." "I'm gay." "I know that. I'm saying you're cool to be around." He looked at me confused. "What does a 5th grader, like you, find cool being with a gay 4th grader that gives no expression and flips everyone off?" He asks. "Easy, I can't give two shits about being friends with someone based on their sex life, gender, or grade level. If I learned anything from my shitty parents or church, it's that we're all human and shouldn't care about looks or life choices."

"But aren't you religious? Won't your parents tell you to stop hanging out with gays?" Ever since I moved here, people already knew my family was super religious and would assume we were homophobic or something. I'm not, but my parents on the other hand...

"Well, I'm nothing like my parents. They can spew how homosexual and trans people will all go to hell, but heaven accepts all genders and sexualities they can never have admission for heteros and cisgenders only. You know, people go to hell for acts of discrimination." I smirked at the end of that sentence.

He nods his head in understanding, "Sounds like you know how Hell works." he sarcastically says. "Tch. I know everything about how Hell works." I sarcastically say back, having a small grin. I lighten the mood a bit, "So where's your boyfriend?" After that, we started talking about him and our life. Not long after, Michael enters the cafeteria, spots me, and starts walking up to me as I'm still talking to Craig.

Michael's POV

I walked to the back where I was quietly greeted by my friends. I looked around and didn't find Y/n. "Michael, Y/n didn't come with you?" Pete questioned. "Thought she was already here? I wasn't able to catch up with her when we were heading here." I told him as I sat down and was about to light my cigarette when Henrietta asked me. "Did she tell you where she was going?"

"You know she won't tell us where she goes," I said to the female goth. "Can't you find her? It just doesn't feel the same without her." Firkle asks.

"We can live without her. Besides, isn't it better to not to go through the same thing every day?" I asked them. "Well, it was different every day when Y/n was around. At least, we had something to look forward to." Firkle said back to me. To be honest, the kid's got a point. Without her, we do the same shit every day. I got up from my spot, brushed off some dust off my pants, grabbed my cane, and walked out to find Y/n.