Two faced Lover 》M.C.

Chapter 6

Today, I realized how amazing Michael Clifford really is.

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Sam's POV

Michael was waiting outside of school for me at the end of the day. I walked up to his car and got inside.

"-just set it up!" He yelled into his phone and hung up.

I looked at him, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. I studied his face, trying to figure out what was wrong. 

"You okay?" I asked.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry about that," he said slowly.

I eyed him for another moment and asked, "So, whose house are we going to?"

He just stared at me with his mouth open. He was trying to form a sentence but couldn't find the right words. He sighed and started the car.

I didn't push him to explain his unusual behavior. I waited until we reached Luke's house to figure out what was going on.

"Luke Robert Hemmings! Where the hell are you?"

"In the kitchen," he yelled back.

I followed the sound of his voice. He was leaning on the counter eating a chocolate bar. He smiled at me trying to look mad.

"What did you do?" I asked in a low tone.

"Me? I didn't do anything," he said innocently.

"What's wrong with Michael?"

His smile faltered. "Nothing's wrong with him. Why would you say that? It's not like I know anything."

"You're a terrible liar. You know that, right?"

"No, I'm not."

I took a step closer and flattened his collar with my hands. He gulped, the hairs sticking up on the back of his neck.

"Luke, if you don't tell me what's going on I will go upstairs, find your stuffed penguin, and put him in a place where you will never find him," I said with a devilish smile.

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, but I would. You could avoid it if you just tell me what's going on."

"I-I can't. I'm sorry. I promised Michael."

"Luke!" Michael yelled and stormed into the room. "Did you tell her?"

"No, I swear," Luke said quickly.

I rolled my eyes and went to sit in the living room. I sat between Calum and Ashton.

"Ashton, you love me, right?" I said and smiled at him.

"Yeah. Why?" He asked.

"Can you tell me what Luke and Michael are hiding?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Okay, fine. But you can't tell anyone," he said. "Michael has a boyfriend!"

"What?"

Loud footsteps echoed through the house, and Michael walked into the room.

He furrowed his eyebrows and yelled, "What the fuck?"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't wait anymore," Ashton said, placing his hands over his mouth.

"Is this true, Michael?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Uh, yeah. His name is Fernando and he's from Brazil," he said.

Calum burst out laughing. They must've been stupid if they thought I was buying it.