"Hey."
You turned around only to see the one and only Michael Clifford. You were about to say hi back, but before you could even open your mouth a pretty blonde giggled and said hi back. You silently cursed and walked to where your next class was.
Junior year and in the span of the summer you had lost your best friend. You couldn't actually believe you thought Michael Clifford was talking to you.
"Stupid Y/N!" You mumbled to yourself.
"Why are you stupid?" Your friend Lexie asked as she walked to you.
"I thought he was talking to me today." You whispered knowing your friend would say the same speech everyday.
"Y/N! He's a jerk! We all know that! You know he's a butt! I mean come on a normal person won't just cut someone off just like that!" She said exasperated.
"I know- I just thought-"
"Just forget about him. He's not worth any of your tears." Lexie said trying to cheer you up. The bell rang and a she scurried to her seat.
The day went by and you couldn't help, but scold yourself when you looked at him. Apparently you weren't cool enough for him.
It had started this summer when he stopped answering your texts with more then one word. That went on for a couple of weeks then he just stopped texting. He started ignoring you and whenever you tried to talk to him he always found an excuse not to. Then you stopped because it got to a point where it was just too hard to try anymore.
All you wanted to do was to go up to him and ask why he suddenly cut you off, but that was ridiculous because he would just laugh in your face.
"I just don't understand. It's like you just dropped me like a bag of trash." You mumbled under your breath.
"Y/N?" Your teacher called out.
"Uh yes?" You squeaked out embarrassed.
"Your partners with Michael." She said and then continued to pair people up. Your eyes grew wide and you slowly turned to see Michael with a scowl on his face.
After the bell had rung you bolted for the door and was soon out to your car when you heard your name.
"Y/N!"
You paused for a moment and then continued power walking to your car trying to avoid being hit.
"Y/N!"
You knew he was closer now and you saw your car and bolted towards it. People were giving you the stink eye, but at this moment you didn't even care.
"Y/N!"
You were just around to get in your car when someone tapped you on your shoulder. You turned and saw Michael. You kept your stare unreadable.
"Yes?" You heart started beating so hard that you was almost positive he could hear it.
"Why were your running? Were you running from me?" He smirked at the idea.
In your mind you scoffed and rolled your eyes. You didn't want him to be the reason.
"No I have to get somewhere." You replied coldly. He searched your eyes, but in the end found nothing. "If this is about the project then I just talk to you tomorrow." You opened your door and slammed it shut. You started the car and backed up. Michael just stood there shocked and watched your drive away.
The next day was just like any regular school day, but one thing was on my mind. I would have to face Michael last period. I debated whether to be nice to him or a complete jerk. Or I could just be decent and try to get this project done as quickly as possible and somehow still receive an A.
A soon as eighth period rolled around I was calm. I walked into the classroom expecting Michael to give me the stink eye, but surprisingly he just stared at me. It was kinda creepy. I took my seat and waited for the bell to ring. Minutes later it did and then began the long lecture.
After what it seemed like for hours the teacher said we could work on our project. We were supposed to write a short story and make a cover for it. It was simple and easy, but I was working with Michael.
Michael and I kind of gave each other daring one of us to move. I rolled my eyes and got up. I didn't really care at this point and only wanted this project to get finished. Michael was quiet as I sat down and I could feel the tension.
"So do you have any ideas for the-"
"Why didn't you wait for me to explain myself?" He asked abruptly. I stayed quiet. "Oh now you can't answer. Not so bold anymore?"
"I just want to get this project done, okay?" I said quietly. Michael sighed and ran a hand through his multicolored hair.
I used to help him dye his hair. Every month we'd pick a new hair color and he's always ask me to help him. It was a tradition. I remember his mom rolling her eyes reminding him his hair was gonna fall out this time.
"Y/N?"
"What? Uh sorry." I whispered. It was awkward for the next couple of minutes.
"Let's just finish this project... I guess." I simply nodded and for the next forty minutes. It was fine, but the tension was so thick I couldn't cut it with a knife if I wanted to. The bell rang and I scurried to gather my things. Someone grabbed me as I tried to go to my car. I turned around and sure enough it was michael.
"Y/N... Hey. I'm sorry." He said.
"It's fine." I said as I pulled my arm from his grip.
"No I just-" michael pulled out his phone and pulled something up. He showed it too me. When I took it it said "Dyeing hair with Y/N."
"You remembered?"
"How could I forget?"
"You did."
