"Dude, you really have to stop drinking. It's not go-"
"Shut up, Luke. I don't care." Michael said as he drank some more.
"But it won't help Michael! You have to get over her!" Luke shouted, tired of his best friend's addiction. Why wouldn't he? It's been three weeks since Michael found out his girlfriend cheated on him. He needs to get over her and not drink around. Do something. get mad. Punch a wall. Anything but this.
"I can't take you anymore!" Luke screamed. That seemed to hit a soft spot. "Then go." He muttered.
"Wha-"
"Go!" Michael's eyes blazed with anger. "Just go- like everyone else did! You don't care. No one cares! You pretended to! Yo- ...you never did! you never did..." Michael was sobbing now. Luke didn't know what to do. It's the first time Michael ever showed any emotion.
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Michael stood on the far side of the room, pressed against the wall of the cafeteria, a frown on his face. School, why did he have to go to school?
Beside him, Ashton, one of his friends, was trying to get Michael to talk by talking. A lot. Not once he was left alone by any of his bandmates. Not since the breakdown in front of Luke. They were scared it would happen again, and no one would be there to comfort him.
As Ashton continued babbling about the gross cafeteria food and being hungry, Michael was thinking, I don't get it, how did Ashton expect him to talk when he didn't give him the chance? When he's with his girlfriend, she would always let him pause to let him say something. Ex girlfriend, Michael. Ex.
Michael sighed, he should really stop thinking about her. Suddenly, a loud screech was heard across the cafeteria.
"Oh my gosh! My new dress! You just ruined it!" Savannah aka the school's head cheerleader, shouted. Michael saw there was a brown spot growing on her dress.
A girl standing in front of her rolled her eyes. "It was an accident." Her pink- dyed hair was tied up in a ponytail and she was wearing black jeans, black boots and a big black pullover. She was barely wearing any make-up; that was rare.
"Who's she?" Michael asked Ashton, genuinely interested.
"New kid," Ashton shurgged. "She's in my art class. Shes quite cool."
Michael watched her as Savannah questioned her. "Who do you think you are?" The girl barely reacted. She just shrugged, smirking.
"Trouble."
With that, she left Savannah, stunned and gaping after her.
