Take a Chance || Michael Clifford

Chapter 1

RING RING RING

English, the second to last period was over. I wish I could stay in English forver. It's by far my favorite class. I love creative writing and stuff like that.

I was about to exit the room and on be on my way to math, but I was stopped by Mr. Jefferson. I sighed and stepped back into his room and walked to his desk.

"Hi Sam. You did great on the test." He slid my test which said 100% on the top. I smiled slightly because I knew I would do great.

"Anyways, I was wondering if you would do me a favor and tutor a student." He leaned back in his chair. "Sure." I don't do anything outside of school so I had the time. "Anytime would work." He nodded and jotted down a note. "Alright, thanks. The student is... Michael Clifford." I raised my eyebrows. He has bright red hair and green eyes, much like mine but lighter. He is one of the most popular guys in school. I sighed a deep, "Alright, thanks.", and exited.

I walked to my locker to exhange my english book for my math book and Brooke, my best friend came running over. "Hey, Sammy!" she squeeled a little too high pitched for my liking. "Hey." I replied grabbing my book and shutting my locker. "What's up?" She asked. "Eh... not much except for having to tutor Michael Clifford." Her eyes widened and she gasped. "Oh my god!" She whisper-yelled. "Should be interesting. Anyways, gotta go!" I said. "Text me!" She yelled as we walked off into different directions.

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After school ended and I was heading towards my car, someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around and automatically noticed the bright red hair.

"Hey, Sam. Right?" Michael asked. "Yep, and Michael... Right?" I did the same thing back and he smirked as if I should know who he was. I mean, I did, bust still. He ran a hand through his fluffy hair. "I heard you're tutoring me?" I nodded. "You heard right." He raised an eyebrow. "Alright... What time today because I have to go to this HUGE par-" I cut him off because I didn't care to here about it. "I can do 4." He nodded. "Okay. You're place." He said typing on his phone barely involved in the conversation. "Sure." I sighed and we exchanged numbers and I texted him my address.

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I was at my house and it was 4:50. He was almost an hour late. I knew I should have expected that. He probably won't even show up. I grabbed my phone and opened our conversation, I fiddled with my thumbs deciding what I should text then my doorbell rang.

"Hi... You're a little late." I said inviting him in. He sighed, "Sorry about that. I was getting gas." "It's fine." I replied, even though I was 99.9% sure he was lying.

We sat down in my living room and he chunked his backpack on the table. "So, take out your English notes you've taken." He bit his lip. "I... uh never took any." I rolled my eyes. I should have never agreed to tutoring him.

"Have you done anything for this class?" I sat back crossing my arms. I was so annoyed. He shook his head no. "Alright... then I guess we can use my notes. Please put effort into this." I said quietly. "Of course." You could hear the sarcasm in his voice. That's the one thing we have in common.

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After a long 2 hours of tutoring him, only basics I might add, he was gathering his stuff to leave. He put his black backpack around his shoulders and stood up. "Thanks." He said. "Yep." I replied. "I'll see you next Friday at 4 or whenever works." I said as he walked to my front door. "Sure. Yeah." He opened the door and left.

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I spent my Friday night how I spend most Friday nights, on Netflix.

A text from Brooke. I sighed, knowing she's going to try and drag me to do something.