Broken

Chapter Thirteen

michael's POV
Blake was extremely excited when I told her I actually went out and got a job and was very encouraging, saying I would do just fine on my first day Monday after school. We hung out for a while longer, watched From Prada to Nada, which I was only interested in after I realized the actor who plays Fez from That 70s Show was in it, and then I headed home. I still had homework I needed to finish, or start for that matter, so as soon as I walked through my front door I gave a quick greeting toward my mom who peeked her head around the corner from the kitchen upon my arrival and then went straight to my room. However, I found myself having no motivation whatsoever to get shit done and somehow ended up flopping down onto my bed and sliding my laptop across my bed over to me and opening it up, scrolling through Tumblr for a while before binging on YouTube videos. When I realized the time a couple hours later, it was like 12 AM by now, I had somehow found myself watching celebrity lip sync battles and closed my laptop in a rushed gesture and jumped out of bed. Me not being the most coordinated, though misjudged where my feet would land after I was already midair and they missed terribly and I went crashing toward the hard floor. I rubbed my head in a comforting gesture, after having bumped it against my bed frame and I stroked my ankle that I somehow managed to not twist in that mess of a landing. I stood up slowly and made my way to the wall by my door, flicking the light switch off and walking carefully back to my bed. Once I laid down exhaustion took over almost immediately and I felt myself sink into my pillow and memory foam covered bed in absolute bliss. In no time at all the darkness took over completely and I was drifting off into a peaceful sleep, still feeling optimistic for the day to come.
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The next day at school went by just as how any other day normally would until about third period. Something weird happened in third period and I'm still trying to wrap my head around it now. The teacher for this class, some bullshit honors science class I had no idea why I was taking, tried to call me out on a question he had asked because he thought I wasn't paying attention. 

"Michael Clifford, would you like to tell the class what a nucleus is?" He asked me in such a droll, condescending tone it irked me deeply. What the fuck kind of question was that, even the stupidest people at least know what a goddamn nucleus was. 

"The positively charged central core of an atom, consisting of protons and neutrons and containing nearly all its mass." I answered in a bored tone. His faced wrinkled in disgust and he contemplated my obviously right answer. 

"Mhm, I don't like your attitude I'm going to have to ask you to go to the office." He said waving a finger tauntingly toward the door. I sighed in exasperation and stood up from my desk and roughly shoved my chair back causing the metal legs to scrape piercingly against the linoleum floor. I threw my backpack strap over my shoulder and just as I was about to make my way out of the room I heard a voice I definitely wasn't expecting. It was Archer, one of the most popular kids at school. He wasn't a jock or anything, his family just had a lot of money and he always threw this big grand, elaborate parties everyone went to and got shit faced at. Point being, he was well liked and I had no idea he even knew who I was. 

"Now, wait a second. I don't think you're being fair to Michael, just because you're a pretentious ass doesn't mean he did anything wrong." He stated defiantly. Mr.Asshole, I never bothered to actually learn his name, was seething. His face was getting redder and redder by the second and it looked like he would explode any second. 

"That's it both of you, detention. Get out of my class!" He yelled, hand wavering toward the door. I shrugged and made my way out the door, with Archer behind me. 

"You didn't have to do that." I said once we were walking down the empty hallways, heading who knows where honestly. I didn't know whether to go to the office or just go home at this point. 

"He was being a jerk anyways," Archer said brushing off my comment, "hey I never see you at my parties?" He said in a questioning tone after a second. 

"Yeah..." I trailed off, "I don't know, I never thought about it." 

"Well you should man, you could hang out with me and the guys." He offered with a friendly smile. I had no idea who the guys were, I'm assuming other popular rich dicks, but who was I to judge. I thought about it for a second because coming to the conclusion of Fuck it and I agreed. 

"Yeah, I'll go to your next one." I said. A smile lit up on his features and he said, "Great! So, I'll be seeing you Saturday night,?" He questioned and when I nodded he added, "alright, I'll text you the address. Before I had a chance to question how he was going to do that when he didn't even have my phone number he handed me his cellphone ready for me to put my contact info into. I did so silently and passed it back to him. He nodded in thanks and started heading off in the opposite direction. 

"Where are you going?" I called after him. He turned around with a smug grin on his face.

"Home." He replied shortly before disappearing into the distance. I turned around and shrugged to myself yet again deciding to do exactly that and head home for a few hours before I'd have to head out again and start my first day of work.