Angel from my Nightmare // Fuckboy M•C

0.2 - "the unsuspecting victim"

A•N- I'm sorry I had writers block for months and I didn't know how to go about them meeting again but it's finally here and it's pretty long like 1,400 words so yeah cool bye, I'm sorry I'll try to update again soon💙 ily for reading this TBH bc it's shït.
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I want to get out, I hate this place. I thought to myself.
I grabbed my skateboard from beside my bedroom, also taking my phone, sunglasses, keys and wallet and shoving them into the pockets of my old leather jacket before locking my door and skating down the road to the mall.

Realising how rough the ride to town was, I decided I needed a new skate board, flicking it up and carrying it when the streets began to get busier. Taking a left down the road, I walked into a shop called Two Seasons, where they sell skateboards, penny boards and probably every item of clothing from vans you could possibly want. This was one of my favourite stores.

As I stepped in, a cold breeze of air hit me and I wrapped my arms around myself, protecting myself from the cold store. Random, and may I add, shit music was playing at a low volume from the speakers. Decided to plug my own headphones in, I pulled out my phone and began to walk up the stairs to the top level of the store. I came in here often so I knew what I was doing here, despite the strange looks I got because this shop was seen as a 'Guys store.' Well, fück that.

I still had my head down, as I was looking through my Spotify playlists, decided which one to listen to, when I bashed into something hard, I looked up and saw...

him.
Fuck my life.

I was already glaring at him the moment I realised who it was.
Michael.

"Are you stalking me or some shït?" He smirked at me, crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps tensing.

"Yeah, you wish," I gave him a smirk, "but no. I'm here to get a new skateboard." I dead panned, dropping the act quickly.

"Then my name is Michael Clifford, and I'm happy to be of assistance," he smiled and I laughed, not realising he was serious.

"What's so funny?" He asked and I glanced at him, raising one eyebrow.

"Wait, you're serious?" I asked, shock evident in my voice.

"Uhhh...yeah... I mean I know you think I'm just a fückboy and all I care about is my hair, but this is my job and I need the money, and here we get paid for however many customers we help out, so I guess... Do you need any assistance?" He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Ummm... Sure... I guess..." I hesitated awkwardly, beginning to walk towards the skateboards.

"So uhh.. I was just looking for a new skateboard since this one getting pretty rough, I figured I needed a new one." I told him as I looked along the shelves in search of the perfect board.

"Sure, do you want a custom one or a pre-made, custom ones cost about $35 more so personally, I'd go for the pre-made, but whatever." He smiled at me.

"Is it the fact that it cost more of that you're lazy?" I laughed.

"Both." He grinned and cleared his throat as he helped me look for a new board.

"Wait, I like that one!" I pointed at the one on the highest shelf.

"Of course you do," he sighed, laughing slightly as he trapped the hook to get it down for me. "Wait..." He smirked at me, "aren't those my raybans?" He questioned.

I shook my head in confusion, before realising that he was in fact right and that I was actually wearing his pair of raybans I took the other day when I saw him in the café.

"Yeah..." I looked down awkwardly, scuffing my vans on the floor.

"Well then, if you want your skateboard, you'll let me take you out for lunch...and give me my glasses back," He smirked for the hundredth time in the past two minutes we had been talking, honest to God, this boy doesn't do anything else does he?

"Or I could get it myself and leave..." I gave him a bïtch smile and tossed my hair off my shoulder.

"But babygirl, we both know you're too small for that..." His voice became a whisper as he brought his face closer, breathing in my ear. Realising what he called me, I blushed, also shivering from how close he was.

"See you like that don't you, you like how close I get to you, I make you very flustered don't I? Huh Cody?" He smirked again and I was so done with his shït, but honestly, I didn't want him to stop.

I breathed in as he got closer to my face, but my breath hitched as he bit my earlobe. I smirked, shoving him off me and locking eyes with him, as I grabbed his shirt in my fist and pulled him to me so that our heads were touching and he looked shocked at my sudden dominance but also amused, "fine, you can take me out to lunch, as long as you're paying and I'm choosing where we eat." I smirked, pushing him back and turning back away from him.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," he grinned cockily and reached out to touch me, but I flinched away and brought my leg up to kick him, which hit him in the leg. He groaned in pain and took a few steps away.

"Okay wow, you're much more dangerous than I thought, remind me not to get on your bad side." I smiled and thanked him, before taking the skateboard he had already taken down and walking off to the checkout.

Once I payed for the board, Michael saw me leaving and ran to catch up with me, calling out to his co-worked that he was taking his lunch break.

"So babe, where'd you wanna eat?" He asked, grinning down at me as he attempted to remove the raybans off my face and succeeded. He also slung his arm around my shoulder and I glared at him from the corner of my eye, but I let it slide as a warning and reminding myself that it's only until we finished eating lunch... I hope...

"Let's go to the café downtown, I'll show you the way, wait... Can you skateboard?"

"Yeah course, why?" He asked.

"Here, you can ride my old board and I'll use the newer one, have fun on your bumpy ride." I smirked, shoving my old board into his arms and placing my new one down, stepping on and pushing off, sending me down the street, leaving Michael on his own to catch up.

He began to catch up as we got closer to the café, and pretty soon, we were outside and ready to go in for our 'date.'

I smiled up at him as he opened the door and walked in, but it quickly faded when the door shut on me. The dick can't even hold the door open for me, really?

Holding back my anger, I slammed the door open and glared at him as I stood behind him while he spoke to the waitress, and asked for a table for the two of us.

We sat down and he threw the waitress a signature smirk and a wink, and I huffed, folding my arms across my chest and glared at him.

"What's the scowl for, princess?" He asked, smirking at me this time and I rolled my eyes.

"You wanted to take me on a date and then you do that? Really, Clifford?"

He rolled his eyes and stood up, walking towards the door, shaking his head and chuckling quietly to himself.
"Where are you going?" I asked, standing up from the booth we had been seated at moments ago.

"Oh let me guess, you want me to hold your hand in public and take pictures of you when you aren't looking, you want me to ask for 2 straws instead of 1 when I order a milkshake, you want me to kiss you and tell you how beautiful I think you look?" he says standing up.

"Maybe" I whispered.

"Well I'm not that kind of guy" he mutters closing the door behind him.