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14| Dumb Blond

Past Micheal's POV 

September 14. One year before the incident. 

"Vanessa, you're really bad at cleaning," I said.

"Oh, shut the hell up!" She barked, "You think you're so much better than me just because you're a prodigy?"

Vanessa and I were on cleaning duty. It was around three in the afternoon and Mrs. Cristal had told us to stay after school to finish cleaning.

"I don't think I'm better than you," I mumbled, "Why does everyone always assume that when I get mad at them?"

"Because it's true. You're just a dumb blond."

"A dumb blond?" I hissed, "You just called me a prodigy. Make it make sense."

"Well, you can go and kiss Marc for all I care. You two seem pretty close lately."

That comment horrified me. People weren't supposed to know about Marc and I. How was I going to make her think that Marc and I were just friends?

"Kiss Marc? That's disgusting. You do realise that he and I are just friends."

"Yeah, right. Keep lying to yourself. I see the way you look at his 'dreamy brown eyes,' it's so obvious."

"But I'm not."

"Then, prove it to me."

She took my arm and my heart stopped. Shoot, shoot, shoot. What was I supposed to do? I was pinned against a wall, I knew what she was thinking.

"Vanessa, don't."

"But you're single, aren't you?"

"No, I'm taken."

"By who?"

"I'm not obligated to tell you."

"So it's definitely Marc. You know, I'd hate to see how the school would react to that."

"You're not the kind of person to spread rumours, Vanessa. Come on, you're head girl. Don't be that way."

"Kiss me. Then, I'll believe you."

"I already told you, I have a lover."

"You have a girlfriend?"

"I have a girlfriend," I stumbled on the 'girl' part.

"Oh, yeah? Who's she?"

I said the first name that came to my mind, "Emma."

"Well, I'm better than her."

"Well, that's not the first time I heard that."

She tried to kiss me but I pushed her away. I wasn't going to be fooled twice.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Vanessa, what's wrong with you?"

The bell rang and I went upstairs to my dorm. Marc was waiting there, sitting on his bed. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, I don't think so."

"I guess I'll just wait, then."

"Marc, what?"

"It's nothing."

"No, tell me."

"I'll wait until you decide to tell me."

I hoped that he wasn't talking about Vanessa and I. If he saw what had happened before I pushed her, I was dead meat.

"I really love you, Marc."