Michael walked up to you again. Cigarette in hand, blue hair sticking out at every angle. You expected another disgusting word to spit from his mouth, maybe a little tug on your backpack to make you lose balance. The two other boys that had just been snarking comments at you, scurried off once they saw Michael coming around. "Who were they?" He casually spoke, taking a puff from the fragrant stick in his hand.
You just looked into his darkened green eyes, unsure if sarcasm was hinted in his voice or if he was just protecting his 'property'. "Well?" He let out the white smoke that descended into the wind.
"Uh, they're in my math class." You hesitantly answered him.
His arm started to come towards you, making you flinch. He'd never hit you before, but didn't hesitate when it came to other boys at the school. Although, you weren't a boy, just an innocent girl trying to fit in with the ugly crowd called teenagers. Instead of a hard hit, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into his warm grasp. "You don't listen to them, okay? Douchebags. That's what they are. What did they say to you? Was it your outfit? Because today you look decent." He scoffed, trying to keep his insults while comforting you.
"I, uh, no, my shoes." You muttered, unsure of how to react. "You got new shoes. They're actually name brand this time." He crushed his cigarette, throwing it on the cement. "You tell me if they bother you again and I'll take care of them, okay?" He pulled you back with his hands on your shoulders, looking right into your eyes.
You nodded, a confused look remaining on your face. "What... What are you doing?" You managed to ask.
"They can't treat you like that!" He sputtered, amazed that you were so lost.
"But you do that to me all the time." You knew your talking back would get you canned or maybe even swirlied.
"No. That's... It's different when I do it. You're... No, only I get to talk to you. You're mine." He pulled you back in, squeezing you for another few seconds. "I love you." You managed to hear him whisper, before he abruptly left, pulling out another cigarette, turning the corner.
