Losers// m.c.

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"Michael!" Someone called from downstairs.

I groaned turning on my side. "5 more minutes!" I said as I groaned again.

"You said that 5 minutes ago! Get up."

"Fuck you." I cussed as I sat up in my bed.

I stood up and looked in the mirror. I could see the slight outline of bruise under my left eye. I sighed and walked over to my dresser. I pulled out a band shirt, black jeans, and some socks.

I winced as I took off my shirt. I looked back at my mirror seeing the cuts and bruises on my side. I pulled my shirt and then pulled my jeans on.

"Michael!" My step dad called. "Come on! You're going to be late!"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm coming!" I called opening my door.
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"Why can't my mom drive me?" I asked my step dad, Jake, as I got into the car with him.

"She has to work." He said putting the keys in the ignition.

"Yeah, right." I said. I stared out the window. "I have a question."

"And this is?" He asked rolling down his window.

"Why do you yell at me to to get up in the morning but not Emily?"

He looked at me. "Because Emily gets up in the morning."

I rolled my eyes. "Then is she's up so early why are we waiting for her now?"

"Your mother needed to talk to her."

I glared at the digital clock that was on the dashboard of the car. I sighed. "She's going to make me late."

My step dad looked at me and laughed. "Why are you so worried about being late?"

"'Cause I've been late 4 times this week." I said glaring at the door. I sighed again. "If I fucking walked I would already be there."

"Then get out and walk." He said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

I breathed out and opened the door letting it slam behind me.
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As I walked into the parking lot of the school I could hear the bell ring in the distance.

"Fucking hell." I cursed running towards the school.

As I ran up to the school the front door slammed shut. I pulled at it trying to get it opened.

"Please open the door!" I yelled pulling at the door. I placed my forehead on the door. I banged my fist against it and say down on the steps.

I stood up and walked to the side of the school. I saw one of the basement windows open, I bent down to it. I looked in to see that the room was filled with students.

I ran over to the next window and saw that no one was in the room. I pushed he window open wide enough for me to climb through. As I climbed through I placed my foot down on something I thought was a table but turned out to be an unstable chair.

I placed my foot down and felt the chair give out under me. I slipped and fell on to the hard tile floor. I groaned sitting up. I then heard the door open. I turned my head.

"Mr. Clifford." My homeroom teacher looked at me.

I gave him a grin. "Just thought I'd drop in."

He shook his head not finding the remark very funny. "Get to class."
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"Michael!" I heard someone yell from behind me. I looked them. It was Calum. "Where were you this morning? And why was Mr. Dawson mad this morning?"

"Late." I said. "And he was mad because I did an unexpected drop in."

"Did you go through the window again?" He said giving me a slight laugh.

I looked down ashamed. "Yeah."

"How do you always get here late? You live like 10 minutes away." Calum said.

I rolled my eyes. "I know that. I'm late cause we have to wait for Emily every morning. Jake doesn't care about me. He just cares about Emily cause she gets the good grades and does things better than I do."

Calum looked at me. "What happened to your-"

"Hey Clifford!" Some yelled cutting off Calum.

"Just ignore them." Calum said.

"Not today." I said turning towards the people who called my name.

"You threw a good punch, Matt." One of them said.

Calum grabbed my arm. "Come on." He said pulling me away.

"I want to handle this." I said.

"Let me guess you tried to handle it last time and got that." He said pointing to my eye. I was silent.
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"Well, class we have a new student today!" My English teacher said with much to excitement in her voice. Our teacher motioned for someone to come in from the hall.

I looked up as she walked in. I stared at her. She was Violet Peters, the teacher told us. Blue hair, blue eyes, pale skin, black clothes, and long sleeved hoodie on with the hood up so it covered her face.

I felt someone tap my back. "I can tell your staring at her." Calum said. "Stop it."

I gave him a slight laugh but kept staring and staring.

That was the day I fell in love with her...
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Note: Oops, this sucked. Sorry. I hope this doesn't suck too much.

Well, I just want to say that I wanted to update Runaways tonight too but I'm way to fucking tired. So, I'll just update that tomorrow.

Hope you enjoyed!

All the love- H