I hate him~|| Michael Afton~||

home coming?

A/N: howdy hey guys gals and non binary pals! Tea here with a new chapter! Sorry its taken so long 💀 I made my college volleyball team as starting middle for those of u who care lmao 💀 but please enjoy that chapter!

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️TW!!!!!!!!: F SLUR, MENTIONS OF ABUSE, SMOKING, STRONG LANGUAGE!!!!!! if any of the above make you uncomfortable please STOP READING HERE or READ WITH CAUTION!!!!!!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

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Michaels pov:
It was the day after the party I hosted and luckily my dad never found out because if he did he would literally beat my ass. But even though I wasn't completely sober I could still remember the whole night.

Punching that creep who was harassing y/n, the chicken fights in the pool, playing spin the bottle, drinking, getting in the hot tub with everyone. But the one memory for last night that won't leave my mind is when me and y/n where kissing- oh who am I kidding it was a complete make out session.

I sigh and ran my hand over my face as I get up off my bed and walk over to my record player and put on this British band called 'Queen'. The record jumps to life once the needle touches the vinyl and the song 'radio ga ga' stars playing. Im trying to distract myself from y/n. She hates me... after that paint bomb prank she will never like me- and she's way more popular then me, well I'm also popular but not as much as her. UGHHH! Stop thinking of reasons to justify this!

I throw a pillow on my bed at my wall out of anger as radio ga ga plays from my record player.

"MICHAEL TURN DOWN THAT DAMN MUSIC!" my dad yells from downstairs and I roll my eyes and walk over to the record player and turn the volume up louder.

"What?! I can't hear you over my music! Sorry!" I yell back and hold up my middle finger at my closed bedroom door. My dad gives up on trying to get my music to get turned down and I hear the front door open and close. He probably just left the house so he didnt have to deal with us.

I scoff and once he leaves I turn the song back down to the level it was at before. I sit on the end of my bed still thinking about y/n...

"God damn it Michael.... get a fucking grip! You don't like her and she doesn't like you. It was a party we were drunk. That's it. That's all it was. Just us being stupid teenagers!"

My thoughts get cut off by a knock at my bedroom door.

"Come in! But make it quick!" I yell so the person outside my door can hear. I turn to see my younger sister Elizabeth standing in the door way holding a small pink bag and she had a stupid grin on her face.

I grone as I see the smile she gave me and I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh.

"Spit it out already liz-" I say and what ever she is going to say next is going to be great for her an don't so great for me.

"Sooooo~ daddy just got me new nail polish-"

She starts but I quickly cut her off and stand up.

"Absolutely not."

I say as I cross my arms over my chest and look down at her. I'm older then her by 7 years because she is only 10 but Elizabeth has these big green eyes, and this ginger curly hair with freckles all over her cheeks and nose. And she doesn't use her looks for good.