Aria waits outside Michael's house, scrolling through her playlists adding songs to the queue and moving some to the top. The boy is always late, which is not convenient considering the girl has history paper three to get to during her first block.
She's not even sure why she's going to school, she feels like absolute shit. She's got a slight headache creeping up, she's unbelievably fatigued, an awful sore throat, a stupid stuffy nose, and to make matters worse, the chills.
It's so bad she couldn't even wake up in the morning to shower, or find the motivation to wash and style her hair. Nor did she bother to dress, she changed into a pair of jeans and threw a hoodie over her tank top she slept in.
She didn't even bother to dress up for decades day. Her favorite spirit week theme. Which is a real shame considering she was planning to come as a watered down version of the rock scene from the 80s.
There was a Pinterest board and everything.
Then again, all she has to do is stick it out during the first block then drive herself home.
The red-haired boy runs out of the house, a grilled toastie between his teeth as he shoves a singular notebook into his bag. Michael then hops into the girl's car, letting his bag drop by his feet.
He takes note of the girl's disheveled look, more importantly the lack of jewelry and eyeliner. Not to mention, Aria's not playing her usual hyperpop music with the eardrum bursting electronic beats. No, she's listening to rap.
"You good Aria?" Michael asks, buckling himself up, "You look like shit."
She sighs, shifting the car's gears from park to drive and continues down the road. "No, I'm not good, I feel like I'm dying." She groans, "This change in weather has fucked me up. I woke up cold Michael, cold, while feeling like a fucking furnance."
Her voice is more nasally, and every five seconds she's sniffling. Aria is not in a good mood, and after all these years of being friends with her, Michael has learned to keep his mouth shut unless he wants to get brutally attacked by cruel words.
"Why are you going to school today?" He asks, hoping he sounds sympathetic enough to avoid receiving a stream of targeted insults. "You're clearly sick, just skip a day."
"I've got a paper three in history, I can't miss that." She explains, "But trust, the second that block is over, I'm signing out and leaving. There's no way I want to do school in these conditions."
"Couldn't you have gotten sick tomorrow?" He jokes, "That way you wouldn't have to stay after school with you know who."
"I probably will, I doubt I'm going to feel better in a day." Aria says, then reaches for her phone to press replay on the song. With Michael's attempt at making conversation on one of her bad days, she missed half the song and her favorite part.
Aria practically speeds to school in record time. She parks her car, grabbing her back from the back and rushes out leaving Michael behind. Once she's halfway to the school doors, the passenger's side door shuts and she lifts up her keys to lock the vehicle.
The red-haired boy sprints after her. For those short legs of hers, she sure does walk fast. And if there's one thing about Aria, she will not wait for anyone once she's on the move. It's either keep up, or get left behind, and Michael would rather not get left behind.
He catches up with her at the stairs, noticing the small scowl on her face as she walks down the halls. Calum sees the two, and Michael shoots the boy a glance that translates to not now, with a shake of the head to get the point across quicker.
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BAD OMENS ✬ luke hemmings
Fanfiction"what happened to us?" "well, we hated each other." she hates him, he hates her. petty rivalry, rumours, comments tore their friendship apart. they can't be around each other and everyone knows that. though after taking it too far, the two are sub...
