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|| monday. ||

I rolled over in bed, rubbing my eyes. Groaning as I reached to my bedside table, fumbling around to turn off the alarm on my phone.
I hate mornings, and to make things worse, it's Monday morning.
There is nothing good about Mondays.
Nothing.

Dragging myself out of bed, I grabbed my school uniform and trudged down the hallway to the bathroom, locking the door and jumping into the shower. I took my time, letting the warm water slowly wake me up, then finally decided it was time to get out once the water began to run cold.
Ryan won't be thanking me for that.

I quickly pulled my uniform on, rushing through my usual makeup routine, and tugged my hair into a messy bun.
I made my way back to my bedroom, shoving my books into my school bag and slinging it over my shoulder on the way out. Running down the stairs, collecting some food and my car keys and I made my way through the kitchen and out the front door.

The humidity hit my face instantly as I walked over to my car, making me cringe.
"I hate summer." I sighed, throwing my bag in the back and hopping in the drivers seat. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, calling Michael, knowing he would be late as always. "Scar! I'll be there in like, two seconds, I swear!" Michael gushed, hanging up before giving me a chance to reply.
I looked out the windscreen and watched him bustle out of his house, still buttoning up his school shirt. I laughed as he jogged over and climbed in the passenger seat, his shirt not done up, exposing his Green Day band shirt underneath. "Shut up," he groans "I tried okay!" I just laughed, watching him try to fix his hair in the reflection of his phone screen. "You're a fucking idiot, Mikey." I chuckle, pulling out of my driveway and driving us both to school.

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We rushed into our home room, running even later because Michael demanded we went through the McDonalds drive-thru so he could get an apple pie and an extra strong coffee. I cringed as the teacher glared at us, "Sorry sir, my fault we're late," he mumbled, apple pie still in his mouth, "had to stop for a quick Maccas brekky run." I nodded and rolled my eyes at Michael, making my way to my usual spot next to Luke in the back corner of the classroom.
Mr Green continued to glare at Michael's back as came to sit in the seat in front of me, next to Calum. Luke sighed and shook his head as Michael sat down. "Could you have sounded anymore bogan then, Mikey?" he chuckled. Michael just poked his tongue out, covered in his stupid apple pie.
"Michael Gordon Clifford, you are disgusting." I sighed, shoving his firm shoulder.

Mikey and I have been friends forever. He's an idiot, but he's my idiot. He's been by my side through everything, and majority of the time he is the only one that can pull me out of my worst moods. He is the only one who really knows me. And he would do anything for me, and I would do the same for him.
People often think we're dating. But we aren't. I wouldn't say I would never go there, but I know he doesn't have those kind of feelings towards me, why would he? He knows far too much about me to want to be with me. He knows I'm a fuck up. He knows all of the shitty things I am.

I started to run my fingernails up and down my forearms, scratching lines into my skin, when Michaels face appeared right in front of mine, a small frown on his plump lips.
"Scar? You in there?" He asked quietly, placing his hands on top of mine, stopping the scratching. I just smiled and looked away, noticing Luke was no longer next to me, I turned my head to see we were the only people in the room. "Sorry, just deep inside my head, I guess." I sighed, standing up and throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"What do we have first?" I asked, finally looking at him.
"Chem, but if you want we can just skip?" He said softly, carefully analysing my face with his green eyes. I shook my head. "No, no, I'm fine, lets go!" I tugged on his arm, heading out of the empty classroom.

We took our usual seats in the back of the Chemistry room, silently sitting down as, again, we were the last to enter the classroom. Mrs Rogers flashed Michael a smile as he pulled out his books, causing me to laugh quietly. She had a special thing for Michael, and he hated it. He grunted, smiling back and copied her notes from the board.

Chemistry was normally one of our most chatty, laid back classes and Michael and I normally spent all lesson talking and joking about things, but today I just couldn't bring myself to speak. My brain was just over crowded with thoughts of self hate, criticism, Jake and every horrible thing that came with the thought of him.
All of these bad thoughts were swimming around inside my head and as the lesson went on I found my self struggling to breathe at a usual pace, I couldn't stop bouncing my leg and I kept picking at my already severely chipped finger nails.

Michael looked over at me, worriedly. He could tell I was on the verge of a brutal panic attack, and he knew I wasn't okay at all. He gabbed my hand in his, and rose his other arm into the air, to gain Mrs Rogers attention. "Excuse me Miss." he said calmly, smiling at the older lady.
"Yes, dear?" she asked, walked between the other desks, stopping in front of us. "I was hoping Scarlet and I could leave a little early, I have a dental appointment and Scar here is giving me a lift." he looked over at me, and then back to the teacher. She sighed, "Now, Mr Clifford, I'm sure you know that I'm not allowed to let you leave the premises without parental permission." Michael looked up at her, giving his best puppy dog face. She sighed again, running her fingers through her coarse hair, "Just this once, Mikey." She said, ruffling his hair. He nodded in thanks and packed up his books, then turning and packing mine up for me.
He quietly stood up, one school bag over each shoulder, and gently pulled me out of the classroom.

We silently walked down the hall, my clammy hand still in his. He lead me out of the school and into the parking lot, and over to my car. "Scar, could you pass me your keys?" He asked softly, gently letting go of my hand. I stood there for a second, slowly processing his words, then fumbled around in my pockets and handed my car keys over to him.
He walked me around and opened the passenger door for me, waited while I slowly slipped into the seat, he shut the door quietly, threw our bags into the back seat and slid into the drivers seat.

AN:
So, hey, This is my first fic here, and if you haven't figured it out, it's a Michael fic.. idk

I'm not very good at this whole, writing thing, or the authors note thing. God help me.
But yeah, I'd really appreciate it if you'd leave me a comment, and let me now what you think (whether I should keep going or just quit while I'm ahead).
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