Don't Make This Easy

1: Introductions

Ughh. Really? They're really making me go to this stupid fucking assembly? This is the third one and I'm not even 2 days into another year of high school. Bullshit.

That so called "doctor", who just so happens to be my science teacher, needs to stop worrying about our future and figure out what his doctorate is really in. Rumours went around saying that it was in fecal matter. People also said that he bought the certificate at a garage sale. I believe both of them.

It's not like I need Science or anything like that. I mean, I am in a performing arts school.

Oh yeah. I should probably introduce myself. My name is Michael. I turn 16 in a couple of months. Yeah. I'm a baby. Get over it. I just started at a performing school called Hollywood Arts. And yes, just as you guessed, it's in Hollywood, CA.

Hollywood isn't all it's cracked up to be. I mean it's just like everywhere else. There's always that group of kids that move here because they wanna be this great star. And then, there are others who just wanna get out. I'm sort of in the middle. I mean, I can't complain. I moved here from Australia a couple months before school started here.

But I'm not a fan of Hollywood. In fact, I hate this place, mainly because I get bullied every day. I have a nickname now. Cringe. Not the greatest start to high school if you ask me. It's pretty hard to be into pop punk and music with actual instruments in the song when everything is so electronic; so far I've only made one friend. Only because: she came with me. So she moved in with me in an apartment near my uncle's house.

I should probably explain myself. I moved from Australia because I got in trouble for singing American idiot by Green Day to the head master at our old school. Why is she here? She wouldn't let me leave without her. She literally showed up outside my parent's house with her bag and wouldn't get out of my door way unless she came with me. Thankfully our parents are close. Otherwise, she wouldn't be here and I'd be all alone.

I guess I should be thankful that she's here. She did get me through a bunch of stuff back home. Suicide attempts, breakups, divorce, even the prank email they send you when you apply and audition for HA. She helped me with the video, mainly because I didn't wanna move yet. Thanks to her, I got in. She suggested the song, which happens to be our favorite song. I wrote it, which makes it kinda funny.

Now there's a bunch of sh-

"Mike, wake the fuck up. The assembly is over."

I look over to the source of the noise and I see her. I've been head over heels for her for a while. She doesn't know that, and never will. Because I plan to keep it this way. The way her hair just flows in its curly locks, the way her chocolate eyes pierced into my soul, the way she looked at me, with that resting bitch face that I could never get enough of. I've been in love with her for years and years, and She doesn't even realize it.

"Sorry," I mutter, pulling myself up from the once cold seat of the auditorium. I turn my gaze to the rest of the area and see that there is no longer any sign of human life forms except for me and her. "I zoned out. How long has this been over?"

"An hour already," she states, crossing her arms. "now let's go home, I'm starving."

She started walking towards the exit, and I couldn't help but notice the way her hips shook in front of me. Taunting, as my conscience would repeat over and over in my head.

I didn't notice she had reached the exit already until I hear her yell for me again.

She had me on a leash. And she doesn't even know it. I am in love with my best friend. Jasey Rae.