Angel from my Nightmare // Fuckboy M•C

"Don't waste your time on me"

(A•N - hi guys, basically this is a new fanfic and I've had this idea for a while now but never got round to doing anything with it but now I have so yeah... Also I need to know if you guys want Muke hate relationship in this or Malum or Mashton? Idk I can't make up my mind, but I'm really falling into Muke again... Oops, either way, all of the boys are included in this fanfic.)

Codie's P.O.V

"You're are a fucking bitch, you know that! If you had a fucking brain cell, maybe you would've mentioned a condom, like you know what a condom is for fuck sake!" I heard a loud voice yelling from across the isle next to me.

"Michael-" a girl replied, the same Aussie accent I was used to from living in Australia.

"No, don't try and turn this around on me, you weren't drunk, well I don't know you might have been, but you were definitely more sober than me that night and... Wait, what did you say your name was again?" He stopped himself to question her.

"Michael! I'm Libby! You know, the one you slept with last month?" She spoke loudly in a whining tone.

"I've slept won't about 20 something girls in the past month, which one are you?"

"Michael! Does it really matter? All I know right now is that you're the father of the baby we could possibly be having together. Stop acting like you don't give a shit about anything in life!" She shouted back, stomping her foot a few times.

Curiosity got the better of me, as I walked closer to poked my head around the corner of the isle all of the commotion was coming from. I didn't realise how quiet Target was at the moment, apart from the two yelling, until I could hear the buckles on my black boots clinking everything I took a step.

"Are your sure you're pregnant and not fat? Hey, I might not even be the dad, I can tell how much of a slut you are just by looking at you!" He asked, a slight smirk on his face with one eyebrow raised as his eyes lowered to her stomach. I gasped and took a step back, I knew I didn't understand the situation, but how could he say something like that?

"You're such an asshole." She commented, a couple of tears spilling down her cheeks.

"Just noticed?" He smirked again, turning back to the shelf and picking up a couple of boxes and looking at them, before throwing all but one back onto any random shelf.

"Maybe if you managed to keep it in your pants for longer than 10 minutes, we wouldn't be in this mess!" She screamed, stomping her foot again.

He mumbled something in reply, which came out more as a growl and he began to walk away with the pregnancy test box he was still holding, turning away from her and beginning to make his way to the front of the store to pay.

Cautiously I followed them, not wanting to be seen, but still wanting to understand the situation. I didn't know why I was following, something drew me into the arrogant boy, 'Michael' as I had learned was his name.

Once Michael had paid for the one pregnancy test, he chucked the bag at her and walked out of the store. I picked up a pace and walked faster, my boots clicking and the metal on them jingling.

I brushed past the girl and watched which direction he went in, which wasn't hard to keep track of since he had bright red hair. He pushed his sunglasses onto his face and pulled up the sleeves on his jumpers, plugging in his earphones as I walked behind him through the Target parking lot.

I didn't really take time to realise I was following this boy and didn't know who he was or why I followed him, but I felt drawn to him and my body was already doing its own actions before my mind could catch up.

He walked in the direction of a coffee shop and to my surprise he entered the shop, the bell above the door sounding to notify everyone that someone was coming in. I didn't realise that the bell would also go off when I entered too, so without thinking, I pushed the door open right behind him, almost whacking him in the back with it.

He turned around and his eyes met mine. His eyes weren't exactly an actually colour, they were an odd mixture, one I had never before seen until I made eye contact with this boy.

They're weren't exactly green, hazel nor blue, they were a perfect, enticing mixture of all three, greyish-blue but hazel and light green in the middle surrounding the pupil.

"Who the fuck are you?" He spoke, his red lips moving, drawing me further into him and deeper under his spell.

"Codie..." I replied, making sure to keep his gaze.

"Why the fuck are you fucking following me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and looking down at me as his height gave him the advantage to tower over me.

"Is it really necessary to swear every sentence?" I asked, raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow to match his somewhat slightly amused expression.

"Fuck yeah," he smirked again, like I had already seen him do several times today.

I rolled my eyes, running a hand through my bleach white, pastel blueish/purple toned hair. (Media)

"Whatever," I replied, walking to the middle of the shop by the window and taking a seat, opening my backpack and taking out my sketchbook, already with a pencil in hand.

I looked up and Michael was looking around, probably for something to do, but he still had his sunglasses on and he looked like a fucking douche, so me being me, I stood up, my chair scraping the floor as I did, catching most people's attention in the quiet coffee shop.

Without saying a word, I faced Michael and took his glasses off his face, placing them atop of my head, jokingly posing with one hand under my chin and a classic pout like the vogue pose. He looked at me with a shocked expression for about half a second, before raising an eyebrow and looking amused at my seemingly random action. That fucking smirk had made too many appearances already today, someone needed to slap it off him and if I'm honest, it will probably end up being me to do it.

Smiling at him, I walked confidently back to my seat and picked up my book and my pencil again, looking up at him as he was ordering. I didn't know what I was doing until I looked down to see I had already started to draw Michael. What the actual fuck? I'd know this guy for barely an hour!

Soon enough he was given his coffee and I heard his squeaky converse on the waxed floor of the shop, looking up to see he his pale, tattooed arm place two drinks in the table. I glanced up at him through my lashes, catching his gaze before going back to drawing this beautiful fuckboy of a human being.

"What are you drawing?" He asked while bobbing his knee and finger drumming on the table lazily.

"...It's a secret..." I hesitated, not really wanting to tell him I was drawing him, knowing he would be creeped out or leave either way.

"Let me guess, are you drawing me? You think it's cute and that I'll love it? You think I'm easy to please? You think you'll have a shot with me? Well that's a shame, because I don't date and I don't do relationships. So don't waste your time on me." He stood up, grabbing his black bag and his coffee cup before making his way out the door.