Mental Homicide m.c. [A.U.]

Chapter 3

Dixie

The next morning I woke up around 3:00 a.m. to the sound of screaming and then there was a crash. Both sounds came from rude boy's apartment. Should I check on him? I know he was rue but what if he us hurt? Okay I am going to check on him.

I got up off the couch and slid on my black vans and walked out of my apartment. I hesitated on knocking but I pushed the hesitation down and knocked twice. I waited rocking on my heels. I brought my hand up to knock again but the door swung open and I was met with a shirtless rude boy.

"Why are you here,"he asked in a cold tone. "I- Well I heard...I heard a s-scream. A-And then a c-crash,"I stutered out. For some reason I got really nervous all of a sudden. Like my palm were getting sweaty and my heart was beating 5 times faster than 10 seconds ago. I am starting to regret coming here.

"Well you didn't have to come here. Any normal person would have went back to sleep,"he said rolling his eyes. Wow it unbelievable how rude he is. And the fact that I have only said like two sentences to him, since we have met, just makes him look cocky.

"Oh, I'm sorry but I'm not 'normal people' and when I hear a scream or a crash I get worried but since you look perfectly fine I will going now,"I sassed. I turned on my heels to walk away but I felt the guy grab me by the arm.

"Hey I'm sorry for being rude. Uh. Do you want to come in?"he asked me. His tone of voice has totally changed by now and it was weird how fast his mood could change. It kinda freaked me out to be honest.

"Um. Sorry but I don't even know your name. And I should really go back to sleep. I have school tomorrow,"I tell him. the corners of his mouth turn down into a frown.

I walk back to my apartment and lay back down on the couch. What was that? That was strangely weird. We were arguing one second and then he invited me inside the next. Maybe he is bipolar or something I don't know.

All of a sudden I "Girls" by The 1975 playing from Rude Boy's apartment. He has great taste in music from what I have heard. And so I fell asleep to the sweet sound of The 1975 wishing that I was in a bed.

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As I pulled the books from locker I heard a cough from the other side of my locker door.  But u already knew who it was. "Hi Calum,"I said smiling at him.

"Crap, how did you know it was me?"he asked returning the smile. "You are the only person that talks to me. And our lockers are side by side,"I stated looking at him.

"Oh yeah. Haha,"I laughed at his cluelessness. We then started walking to biology while I tried my best to shake off the feeling of everyone staring at me. I am the new girl so I am not suprised but what I am surprised about is the fact that Calum is still talking to me.

All my life there has never been a person that would talk to me unless they absolutely had to. It just feels weird to actually have someone talk to me. But I don't plan on doing anything that will sabotage that.

While we were sitting at our table, waiting for Mr. Sanders to show up, a familiar face walked into the classroom. It was Rude Boy. I honestly didn't thought he was lying last night when he said that he had school today.

I found myself still staring at him so I quickly turned away before anyone saw me.

"Why is Michael Clifford staring at you?"I heard Calum ask me from beside me. I followed his gaze to find him staring at Rude Boy. "Is that his name? Michael?"I ask him.

"Yeah. Do you know him?"He asked me turning in his seat to get a better look at me. "Kinda,"I mean we haven't exactly introduced ourselves to each other. All I know about him is his name, where he lives, and that he has a GREAT taste in music.

"Kinda?"he repeated raising his right eyebrow. "I have seen him around town I guess,"I say looking behind me at Michael, who was still staring might I add. He soon turned away once I caught him staring and I felt a slight frown reach my lips.

"You guess?"he repeated. Why does he keep repeating what I say? "Stop doing that,"I say laughing at him. "Doing what,"he started laughing to which made wrinkles appear by his eyes.

"Repeating what I say. It is annoying,"I say and our conversation ends as Mr. Sanders walks through the door. His eyes scan the room as he makes his way to his desk.

He starts to call roll while marking off names or whatever in his computer. "Mich- wait no he doesn't show up anymore,"Mr. Sanders mumbled the last part to himself. "Actually Mr. Sanders. Your favorite student is here today,"I heard Michael say from behind me which immediately got the teachers attention.

"Michael. I see you finally took the time to actually show up to school. I hope this isn't interfering with your other plans,"Mr. Sanders said sarcastically. "I made time,"Michael said with a tight, obviously sarcastic, smile. I can already tell that those two definitely don't like each other.

Mr. Sanders rolled his eyes receiving a chuckle from Michael. Mr. Sanders then started the lesson while the rest of us sat there bored out of our minds.