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Who knew that Y/n, the most prettiest student in school would get the attention of Michael Afton?
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English was done and over with finally, now moving on to Social Studies. While you were walking to your class, F/n ran over to you.
"Y/n!" they cried out panting. "Why did you run?" you asked, raising a brow. They gave you a small frown as they caught their breath. "You left me!!" They said. You slightly chuckled and said a small 'i'm sorry' to them.
"Y'know, sometimes you can be a little too dramatic."
"I'm not dramatic! You should've waited for me!"
"Social studies isn't even that far from your class!"
F/n rolled their eyes and crossed their arms while you just laughed. F/n was a little dramatic, that's true. You don't mind it though—it's not that since you two are friends you won't mind it, it's just that you find it funny. F/n is that type of friend that never fails to put a smile on your face and that's what you like about them.
"Look... I'm sorry F/n." You apologized again with a small smile. "Your right, I should've waited for you like all the other times I've waited." F/n gave you a small smile back, chuckling a little bit.
"Nah, it's all cool! I wasn't upset! But thank you." F/n and you shared a laugh,
While the short walk to social studies, F/n tapped on your shoulder softly. "You know that Michael boy right?" F/n asked, smirking. You groaned in response. "Yes, I do, Why?" you mentally cursed when you saw F/n's smirk get bigger. "Well~" They started. "I heard that he wants to take you out to Valentine's day school dance~!" They sang, softly nudging you with their elbow. You groaned in disgust. "Really? That guy wants to take me to the dance after he called me a whore?" You spat. F/n's smirk dropped and turned into a frown.
"Are you fucking for real? He cannot be talking that's why the left side of his mullet is uneven." F/n spat, rolling their eyes. "I wouldn't be talking like that if my mullet was uneven AND had a British accent." you gasped at what F/n said, gently punching them in their arm making them let out a laugh, "Don't say that! You know he's sensitive about his accent.." You said in between giggles.
You and F/n made it to your stop and walked into the classroom—well when you did everyone was oogling at you. F/n quietly snickered at this as they walked to their seat.
This was the only class you didn't have Michael in which you were thankful. You didn't know where he went though..oh well, it's nothing for you to worry about.
Nothing at all...
Michael's POV
"So, Michael..how have you been doing?" "Okay." "mhm."
'I hate this guy.'
I was at this stupid in-school therapy lesson that I hated going to. My mom and the counselor talked and decided to put me here. I normally skipped the sessions...but now I can't. The teacher was a bitch actually, he acted as if he knows me. He was also a smartass.
"Michael, I know you don't like coming to these therapy sessions. I'm aware. But..please, these will help you along the way." He said with a sigh, fixing his glasses. I rolled my eyes at this and slumped in the uncomfortable chair.
"Michael." "What?! What do you want me to say?!"
The man gave me a disappointed look as I raised my voice. I looked away and murmured a "sorry." The man cleared his throat. "I heard about you skipping sessions " He started. "I know you don't like coming here but if you keep this up then you'll be in serious trouble." He explained softly. I didn't care if I was going to get in trouble.
I don't want to be reminded about the incident.
Not anymore.
I let out a small sigh and nodded. "Yeah, okay. My mom already talked to me about it."
"That's nice. I'm glad she had a word with you." "Mhm."
