Mr Hood

Chapter 6

YOUR POV

Entering the office I was slightly on edge.

I was afraid to see Mr Hood in case he flipped again.

I was afraid to see Ashton after the way he had left things last night.

The only person I wanted to see was Michael.

Unfortunately he worked on a different floor to me and the only chance I would get to speak to him would be during lunch.

As we'd made plans just yesterday I knew I'd see him today.

But I began doubting it after the events.

I went straight for my desk without even glancing in Ashton's direction.

I didn't even know if he wanted to speak to me.

He'd seemed pretty pissed that I'd been questioning my fellow employees and my boss.

I sat in my seat, turning on the computer and getting out my notebook and pens.

I placed my bag over my shoulder and stood, leaving the computer to boot up.

I turned to head to the staff room to lock up my belongings in my locker, when a hand grabbed at my wrist.

"Wait, Daisy," Ashton muttered.

I turned to him, not really knowing what to expect.

"I want to apologise for my behaviour last night," he frowned. "That was totally out of order."

"It's okay," I assured him. "It's not your story to tell right."

"Right," he agreed.

Silence hung in the air and I spoke to break the awkwardness.

"I'm just going to put my things in my locker," I said, with a small smile.

"Would you like to come with me to lunch today? My treat," he asked.

"I can't sorry. I have plans," I told him.

"With who?" he inquired.

"Michael," I shrugged. "Speaking of, I need to go find him and make sure we're still on for today."

"I told you to stay away from him," Ashton grunted.

I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest.

"And I thought I made myself clear last night Ashton. I will talk to whoever the hell I want. Michael isn't a bad guy, I don't know why everyone keeps saying that," I huffed.

"You don't know him," he seethed.

"I know him enough to know he's a nice guy and you're all judging him for his past. I won't do that. I don't even know the guy, I won't judge him before I get to know him," I spat.

I turned on my heel, and stormed to the staff room, cursing under my breath.

What did everyone have on Michael?

Why did they all hate him so damn much?

He was a nice guy who had made some stupid mistakes.

Nobody had the right to judge someone on their past mistakes.

Everyone made mistakes, some even worse than his and they didn't get judged.

I slammed into the staff room, opening my locker forcefully and shoving my things inside.

Slamming the locker door shut, I cursed aloud.

"Whoa. Having a bad day?" a voice called from the door way.

I span around to face him and pointed an accusatory finger in his direction.

"Yeah I am because you're an asshole," I spat.

His eyes glared at me and his lips pulled into a tight line.

"I do not know what you are referring to," he said through tight lips.

"Don't pretend you don't know!" I shouted, stepping closer to him.

"The way you treated Michael yesterday was completely uncalled for. And the way you have judged him has caused others to copy like a bunch of fucking sheep," I seethed.

I ran a hand angrily through my hair and breathed heavily through my nose.

"Everyone judges him for his past and that isn't fair. Everyone seems to hate him because you do and that isn't fair. Everyone keeps telling me to stay away from him, but you know what? I'm not gonna. No, I'm going to keep talking to him and I'm going out to lunch with him today because he's the only nice person in this place. And there's nothing you or anyone else," I spat, waving my arms around me.

"Can do about it," I huffed.

I pushed the hair that had fallen onto my neck aside, and stomped out of the room, pushing past him.

I knew he was staring at me, glaring more like.

I could literally feeling his angry gaze burning a hole in the back of my head.

But I didn't entertain him by turning around.

I just stormed ahead to the elevators and climbed into an empty one.

I pressed the button a little too harshly, making my finger bend and I winced from the pain.

The doors shut and I took some deep breaths calming my anger.

I had to diffuse the fire raging within me and forget about Calum and Ashton and anyone else who had to told me to stay away from Michael.

I just wanted to see Michael.

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CALUMS POV

I stayed glued to the spot, frozen at the way she had yelled at me.

What had he said to her to convince her he is a decent guy?

I wanted to go up there and kill him for what he had done, turning her against me.

But I knew that she had gone in that elevator to go speak to him.

And it killed me inside knowing she had gone running to him.

I did not like the feeling that it caused knowing I was so attached to her already.

She was driving me crazy.

I glanced at my watch and cursed as I saw the time.

My meeting had already started and I was not there.

I stormed on, heading for the meeting room.

But I knew I would not be able to concentrate in the meeting.

The knot in my stomach at knowing she was with him was too much.

It was causing me to feel sick with worry and dread.

Once this meeting was over I was going for him.

We would have words.

And he would know who was boss.

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