Irreplaceable

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Angel's POV

I didn't talk to Mike the morning after he had apologized to me. I wanted to, but I wasn't sure what to say. Prom was coming up and I decided that I would just take Mike. I didn't want to be a loser and I was in the running for prom queen. Not that I would win, but I could at least look presentable.

I tapped lightly on Mike's bedroom door.

"Come in." He said.

I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. He sat up in bed and patted for the spot next to him. I sat at his desk instead.

Mike was wearing black sweatpants and a blue shirt. Somehow in simple clothes, he managed to look amazing.

"I heard your whole apology last night." I started.

"I'm sorry, Angel. I know I treated you like crap, but could you please forgive me? I'm ready for us now." He pleaded.

"Mike, I..."

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Carter's POV

"Okay, guys! Let's review." I said to my alliance. We were meeting at Logan's house today. Prom was Friday. Today was Monday and we had things to finalize.

Logan's house was a nice family house. We all met in the living room and ate pizza as we collaborated.

Colin and I had been getting stronger and stronger. We were hanging out more than ever. It was like we were afraid of losing each other again. I know I was. I could honestly see myself spending the rest of my life with Colin. He was my one and only. He was my one true love.

Logan and Talia were still going strong as well. They were always together at school and I knew they constantly texted each other. Every second they got together, they would use it. I hoped that they would stay together forever because their kids would be adorable.

"Everything will be fine. I already paid the janitor to leave the side door unlocked." Talia added.

"I've downloaded the film onto a flash drive and will hook it up to the projector before the dance." Chase said.

"I'll pull the screen out as Angel goes on stage and Logan will roll the clip." Colin chimed in and Logan nodded.

I clapped my hands, "I'm so proud of you guys!"

We all cheered.

For the film, Logan and Chase had made a collage of Angel doing drugs and messing around with the same guy from the mall.

I wondered if they were a couple. If they were, he obviously didn't know her true self, yet.

"Are you guys going to the basketball game tonight?" Talia asked.

"I want to go now." I laughed.

"Let's all go." Logan said.

We all agreed as we gathered our stuff and got into our cars. We met up at the game five minutes later.

We were a bit late, but our team was winning.

We all cheered from the bleachers.

This was my second family. The group of people I truly loved and trusted.

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Angel's POV

"Mike, I forgive you." I said hesitantly.

So many people have screwed me over, but I needed Mike. I needed a date to prom. I needed his drug supply. I needed his body. I could care less about him, but I just needed to use him for now.

"You, you do?" Mike stammered.

"Yes." I let out a breath.

"I didn't think you would." Mike smiled. He got out the bed and kissed me. It was refreshing and all, but mostly, it was real. He meant it this time.

"Let's just start over again and talk." Mike smiled.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Tell me about you. Your whole life story." Mike encouraged me.

"I don't know. You might not like me anymore." I said nervously.

"I could never stop liking you. Who am I to judge anyway? I'm a crackhead." Mike laughed.

I scoffed before telling him everything. I told him about my father, my mother, Carter, Chase, and Jake. By the time I was done, Mike was comforting me and I was crying. I had been crying a lot lately.

"Chase doesn't sound very nice." Mike finally said.

"It was my fault that he hated me." I choked on my tears.

"Nothing is your fault."

"Everything is my fault."

"No." Mike protested.

"Let's talk about you now." I wiped my cheeks.

Mike told me all about him. He started doing drugs at 15 when his mom was in and out of the hospital for cancer treatments. His friend had given him some and then he was hooked. He liked weed and cocaine mainly.

He told me he knew he was bound to be a druggie because when he was 13, he rolled up and index card like a blunt, put bath beads in it, and then smoked it. He messed up the first time and swallowed the smoke, but eventually became an expert.

Mike knew Candace since the time they were young because their dads were friends. He didn't like her that much, but claimed she was great in bed. He wanted to dump her when he met me, but she was being extra nice and he would feel guilty if he left her after everything. 

We spent about two hours just talking, but then Mike got touchy.

"Angel, will you do me the honor of going on a date with me Saturday night?" Mike asked as he kissed my hand.

"I would love to." I giggled.

Mike dragged me to his bed and climbed on top of me.

We fooled around for the longest time.

This time we were actually in a normal mental state, and we remembered it. We were sane through it all. We both knew what was happening and we were both happy.

When I was good enough to go without Mike, I would drop him. I hated him.

I may have said I forgave him, but I really didn't. Deep down inside I wanted to yell and kick and scream at him. I wanted him to know how I felt.

I wanted him to feel the pain that he had caused me.