"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

{2} ~Part 32~ []

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Michael isolated both of you into a small empty classroom. You were too distraught to figure out where it was.

"Y/n-"
"I know, I know." You held your head.

"..Y/n-" Michael calls for you. You don't answer and instead shake your head.
"Look, I KNOW!? I messed up, okay?? Lay the fuck off." You snap at him you don't feel the regret.

There's silence until Michael says again.

"Y/n." He doesn't offer pity, he makes his voice stern. You can't help but quickly look up.  Michael's eye's are those of which that steamed burnt anger away. You give in and let down your guard.
It's only Mike..

Michael let's the sternness fade away he holds your hand and pauses. There's a plastic fork in your hand. A fork you were ready to stab in her eye.
The only problem to this was, you did not remember picking a plastic fork up. You just remembered William being in front of you. That urge knowing you have to kill him. You have to.

"I-"
"It's fine, I know. Be more careful Y/n. We can't let—" he stopped, fumbled over the word.
Trauma, say trauma.
"Problems, interfere in our regular life. We're just kids. We've always have been, if I have to be bullied to prove that. Then I will. We don't need any more problems!" He admitted, and you cringed.

Was I a problem then? Am I just being a problem.

"Learn to control your anger." Michael calmly, his expression has softened, he laid his lips gently on your forehead.
You nodded in reply, letting the fork drop at your feet. He smiled and held your hand, his warmth encouraged you. Encouraged you to be better. It was all yours, only yours. Michaels touch was like a drug, the feeling of his skin was warm and relaxing. If you could hug him, you'd melt right in.

You could kiss him right now, you'd feel like you're kissing the sun. It would be amazing.

"I'm sorry," you mumble to get over it. Mike responds with a sigh and kisses your forehead, "It's alright." 

He leads you back to an crowded place, and by the time we were supposed to meet with the others. The bell rang, another class it seemed. "ah, I'll see you later?"

Nodding, you let go of his hand and walk to your class. This was embarrassing, just a bit. The stares and everything made you shudder, and these new problematic issues didn't help. And you weren't a stupid kid anymore, so you raise your head and walk. The eyes still watching you, making you feel uncomfortable, but you weren't going to show them that. 

You enter the class, you swing your stuff to the side, and you lift your legs up in a 'un-lady like' manner. The teacher eyes you but she doesn't say anything. After all, your the girlfriend of the son's whose father murdered countless of children. A sigh escaped your lips, and you leaned towards the wall. As the teacher prepared herself for the bell, someone came up to you.

"You." it was a girl, she spoke aggressively and her blonde locks slipped past her shoulders. Except she had brown eyes that didn't match the average blonde stereotypical look. "Me?"

"You know Michael Afton." She bit again, by now your eyes narrowed, and your back zipped up straight. "I do. Why? You got a problem?" 

"Fuck yeah I have a problem." 

the teacher remained to herself, not doing anything. While you're barely noticing the red eyebags under her eyes. You don't say anything because of you and Michael's previous conversation, but your ready to defend him.

"that bastard's father killed my sister. Little Susie, my fucking sister."

pity washed out the anger, and suddenly you couldn't look at her. "oh."

"I just wanna talk to him. Nothing much, only a few punched to the face. So where is he gonna be after school?" She asks, her eyes glaring and your skin prickled. 

"Look. You shouldn't take Mike accounted for, his father did that. Not him, you gain nothing from hurting him." you reply, trying to get her to leave you alone. "Well someone's gonna have to be responsible for something, I don't care what he did, that's still his dad. And I need someone to blame," 

"He didn't do anything!"

"My sisters dead punk!" 

The two girls glared at each other, soon not after the bell rung. Finally the teacher cleared her throat and ordered Susie's sister to sit down. With a small tch sound, she did. 

You wrapped your arms around your stomach and grumbled, at this point ignoring whatever was spoken by the teacher. 

this is stupid. People are blaming Mike for what his dad did, that's stupid!

You couldn't shake the thought out of your head. Not even during the rest of your last two classes. Not even when walking out of school. 

Until someone taps your shoulder, you whirl around letting out a small gasp. "Anderson! What the hell you scared me!" 

"Geezez! My bad Jones.. didn't expect you to react so badly.. you alright? you seem lost, lost in thoughts I mean." His expression was sad and concerned, you didn't need that at the moment. 

"No no.. I'm fine, I was just thinking about something, sorry." You force a smile and luckily it convinces Anderson. "Are you walking home by yourself or?" He looks around, and you let out a small chuckle--shaking your head. 

"You already know who I'm going with,"

"hmph. I don't like him, he makes me feel uneasy."

"What? don't tell me you believe what they're saying." you frown, quickly, he shakes his head. 

"God no, I don't judge people. That's not my thing.. I only want to make sure my best friend is safe. And I don't know if hanging out with Mike, is safe." He admitted, and you couldn't argue. But you won't admit it. 

"Thank you, but I can handle this. I don't find this fair, so I won't go down without justice." narrowing your eyes Mason nods. 

"Of course, that's just not you." he jokes and pats my shoulder as a leave. A chuckle leaves your mouth, while you wait for Michael. After 4 minutes, it becomes a bit unbearable. after another 2 minutes, you can't take. 

You rush back to the school and some students whisper, but you safely assume that it's just normal talk. Not until  you catch a sentence, '-- Michael back of the school-'

You run. Your breath is heavy as you run too fast, you take a right and there's a crowd of stern faced students. Michaels cornered to the wall, luckily nothing was damaged on his face. A familiar blonde stood in front, yelling and tears prickled the end of her eyes. 

"huh? Who am I gonna BLAME!" she yelled, then everything happened too fast.

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it's kinda short Idk sorry! I wish I could say I had an excuse for not posting but.. Let's be honest, I'm just lazy! So take this!