Make me beautiful~ M.C Fanfiction

Chapter two

Today was the day I started my new school. Grabbing everything I needed I ran out of the door, thinking I was going to be extremely late. I drove for no longer than 5 minutes when I reached my new school, the place I'll be spending the most time at... Unfortunately

I wasn't used to the idea of not wearing uniform as in England It was something all high schools did and it was abnormal for a school to be wearing their own clothing, I wasn't sure what to wear for school so I went with a basic flannel tucked lightly into a pair of high waisted jeans.

I arrived at school at a good time, enough for me to go and get my schedule and show myself around a little, after doing so the bell finally went and I made my way slowly to my first class, English lit. I liked this class in my school in England so I guess it couldn't be much different. The lesson went faster than expected, I quickly got out my lesson plan to realise I had no idea where to go, I approach my teacher to ask him quietly, hoping not to draw attention to myself as a new student.

After finding out where my class is I slowly make my way down there, I wasn't in the mood for school today and I still was upset about my break up, the second bell went to indicate the lesson has started but I was still wondering around.

I walked into my class about 10 minutes later than I should have been when I came to a halt at the door by the class teacher. After him explaining that being late isn't tolerated in this school, he handed me a detention sheet for that day. Great. I Sat down at the back of the class to have people singeing and making shrood comments about my hair and the way that I dress, I hear some compare or say that I am like a female version of some guy called Michael Clifford. I hear the things they say about him, I hear them say how he is always in a fights with random people over stupid things and how he is always one to sleep around. I cringe at these words and begin with my work.

I finished all my lessons and managed to make zero friends. Not a surprise. I waddled towards the room that they held the detention and handed them the note the teacher gave me earlier, they ticked my name off, I sat at the back, on my own and away from everyone...
I put my head down on the table for no longer than 5minuites before hearing the doors slam open to a teacher pulling in a student and telling the one on watch that they have Clifford... Where have I heard that name from "she looks like the female version of Michael Clifford" got it !

I look over to him laughing to himself, he sits at the back, like I did, just on the other side of the room. I look over to him dumping his bag on the chair and sitting down arrogantly, he had vibrant red hair and a bar in his eyebrow, he had a flannel shirt on with ripped black jeans. He looks over to me? I suddenly move my head away to face a different direction. I can see him smirking in the corner of my eye as he grabs his bag and drags it across the tables until he's inches away from me.
"Like what you see?" He smiles.
His eyes glued onto me, I couldn't help but smile to myself, he was hot and I wanted to know more about this person I was getting compared to...
"Maybe I do" I encourage, I wasn't sure what I was doing... I heared that he goes around with many girls, am I just the next girl he wants to bang then leave? I was in his trance, I wasn't used to flirting with people but I felt on a roll here so I went with it.
He laughed lightly in response, he eyed me up and down before he took the seat that was next to me. He smelt of a mixture of sweat but that was over powered by the sent of his cologne, I was subtle but enough to make him smell amazing.

Michaels P.O.V

I got into another fight with a kid who tried to talk down to me. I don't take shit like that and I always end up in a physical fight. Somehow.
Blood surrounded the kids face as I feel my tense arms being dragged behind me. I resist for a second before allowing myself to be taken to the millionth detention of the year. I feel the teacher dragging me into the detention room and telling him how 'Clifford' Is here. I laugh at how pathetic they are and skip up to the top of the detention room into the corner.

I'm looking around when I can feel someone starting at me, I turn my head towards her and she suddenly flings her head back towards the front. I smirk at her shyness and drag my back slowly towards her, only inches apart I speak up quietly, asking if she liked the view. I wasn't the type of guy to sleep around with girls but somehow I had the reputation that I did.. I did go out with a large handful over the last year but I never really did much with them and especially not sleep with them. As I said, I've been with quite a few girls but there was something about this girl stood out to me she, she drew me in, I wanted to know everything about her and I wanted to protect her, this scared me to the point that I started to become shy and I wanted to push her away although I wanted her as close to me as possible.