𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐮𝐡, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 👍🧍🏽♀️𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐭𝐰 𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 "𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬" 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐃𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝.
[𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟏 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑]
It had been about two weeks since Jeremy and Y/N broke up. A lot of things happened.
Jeremy kept trying to call and talk to her in the halls but all she did was ignore him.
Eve and Max still ignored Y/N, and she had actually became somewhat close with Yasmine Lee.
Her relationship with Micheal was still weird, after that day. Micheal called her after she gave him her number after he wouldn't stop begging like some toddler begging for a toy.
And he's been checking up on her, i mean. The whole situation was the talk of the school.
Y/N opened her locker, once again alone, she grabbed her Chemistry notes for Mr Trevors test. You know those teachers who always assigned tests.
Like literally every fucking day..?
Well that was Mr Trevor for Y/N.
"Hey Y/N..! Yasmine walked up to her, leaning against a locker, the two had this "friendship" where Yasmine mostly talked to Y/N on the side.
But Y/N did enjoy her company. It was nice to not be completely alone, especially after her break up with Jeremy.
"You...uh okay?" She asked, looking up at Y/N with a worried like expression. Everyone's been asking her this same question..
"Never been better.." Y/N spoke with a lace of annoyance in her voice. Yasmine obviously noticed this and went silent.
Y/N just closed her locker. Walking past to her history class, maybe Micheal was right? Maybe she wasn't fine.
Y/N just wanted to forget all of this ever happened, she was an idiot for trusting Jeremy and thats it.
Why did everyone have to keep bringing it up around her.
Y/N walked into her class, sitting down and grabbing her notebooks. Opening them as the teacher began the lesson.
She was fine. And she wasn't stressed..
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Y/N sat on her bed, why did ever teacher have to have this much fucking homework.
She groaned in frustration. What the fuck was "F (2a) + 2f (B)..?!.."
She swore math was the worst subject. Maybe she could've had someone to help her but she pushed them all away.
Y/N laid down in her bed fast first, completing if she should just call in sick tomorrow or just don't the homework.
When she heard a slight tap.
Like something against her window, 'no..? It couldn't be him right..?' She thought, but before she could even inspect.
Another louder thud hit her window.
Angrily getting up, she opened her window. Looking around and seeing none other than Micheal there.
"Hey Y/N..!" He yelled stupidly loudly. She shushed him. "Just whatever you have to say climb up here..!"
Y/N ushered, sighing. He always caught her when she always had something to do. 'God this is annoying..'
He quickly climbed up her window, he was a pro.
"So how've you been..?" He said sitting on your bed while you continued to do your homework. "How do you think."
She answered sarcastically. Why did she even let him in the house, was she really this disorganized?
"Uhh terrible, you seem miserable."
He stated, sitting down on her bed, Slightly inching his way closer to her.
"Well what's there to be happy about right now.." She spat at Micheal, obviously annoyed and touchy at the subject.
"A lot of things, and-"
"Like what Micheal..?" You interrupted him, Micheal sucking his teeth. "One, watch the attitude Y/N. Two, i was saying. You don't have to be happy but god you depressed..!"
Y/N rolled her eyes.
"Look "Dad" I didn't want you to come over here so i can get a lecture about how i fucking feel..?!"
She turned, sitting her homework down. Micheal's body softened a little from his previous angry posture.
"Why are you even here, just because you want to apologize doesn't mean we're suddenly best friends?"
"Because i care..! I don't care if you hate me, I'll always been around to help." He said, relatively calmly which was surprising.
"Fine, i feel like my life is shit right now.." She started.
"I mean, your best friend practically used me to date me. Both of my closest friends aren't speaking to me because of that..!"
"The closer we get to each months, more test and exams come up..! And now i have to deal with everyone asking if i'm okay..!"
"And i'm not...!"
The room went silent. 'Did i just do that..? Oh god that was embarrassing..?!' Micheal sighed.
"I'm sorry, I can't speak from experience but i know this shit's gonna take a toll on you, hell anyone."
"But even if you don't have Eve or Max.." Micheal paused.
"You still have...Me, if you need to go that low to find someone to talk to.." He joked, Y/N laughing a little.
"I'm sorry for dumping that on you.. that wasn't cool.." She scratched her head embarrassed. Micheal shook his head.
"I think you needed that..." Micheal said.
"I still feel stressed, but I think you're right.." She smiled before speaking up.
"Maybe you should be a therapist..?" Y/N joked as Micheal laughed. "Like i'm smart enough for that.."
"Yeah.." Y/N agreed. Micheal punching her shoulder lightly as she laughed. "Thanks Micheal.." She said.
"Wait, holy shit..?! What time is it..?!" Micheal suddenly panicked.
"It's seven forty five." She answered as he cursed under his breath. "I gotta go, my dad will kill me.."
He jumped up out of her bed. Climbing out of her window. Before turning around and waving. "The next time you need a therapist... let me know" He winked as Y/N rolled her eyes.
'God what was happening to her..'
so i know this chapter took super long to come out. And i'm sorry for that, it's been stressful. Taking tests, studying.
Preparing food for thanksgiving.
And i know i use that a lot but it's really true.
And also the reason i changed "Amber Lee" to "Yasmine Lee" is because apparently some other Micheal x Reader fic had used the name.
Which i had no idea about and they basically accused me of stealing.
And no I won't be telling the name of the account or book. Cause either they privated it or deleted it. And if they didn't I don't want anyone harassing them.
I hope yall enjoyed this❤️
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