Demons x Malum

twenty nine •

tuesday, march 10, 2015

twenty nine •

michael didn't come to lunch, and neither did ashton. luke came but barely let me get a word in over his excessive amounts of stories about him and ashton's weekend.

my nerves double over as my mind plays over the imagine of seeing his imperfect face. creamy skin almost as soft as silk itself, lilac strings of lush hair styled in the messiest way, and boy fitted under the perfect amount of baggage thread.

"michael, baby, please talk to me." his green eyes don't meet mine, as my butt finds minimal amount of comfort in the blue metal chair the school provides.

he shrugs his arm away from my touch, shielding me from ever reaching the place I wish to be most; his heart.

"princess," I gush, my calm voice masking the panic and worry within. I need michael in my life. he's all I have, all that I am doing right – well, was. "please talk to me. I can't live without you not talking to me."

"maybe you should've thought about it before you stuck your dick somewhere it shouldn't be." michael snaps, earning hushes from the corresponding bystanders who actually wish to pursue a reasonable grade point average.

"if you'd just listen for one second–"

"no, I don't need to listen to shït. I saw what I needed to see, and that's it, calum. now, go have fun, be with whitney."

"I don't want to be with whitney. I want to be with you." my hand lightly caresses his own, but without warning he pulls his milky skin from under mine. my once burning skin turns cold without michael's touch; filling me with an indescribable feeling of self hatred.

"go be a good father."

"you know what," I chuckle sarcastically, standing up roughly, and shoving the chair back in the process. "I fücking will."

and with all my heart soul, I stalk out of the pleading teachers classroom, and follow the path to my car.

my eyes fill with angry tears, for I have lost one of the best things that happened to me, and the worst part; he took everything I had with him.

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1:34 in the morning, and I'm still awake. my mind tells me to sleep, to find a common place between alive and dead, and to maybe find a break from thinking about him.

my phone vibrates, sending me shooting up from the swamp of dehydrated sweat I lay midway unconscious in. my heart burst with joy as I can only think of endless possibilities of messages rolling in from the boy I've fallen so helplessly for.

except when my phone illuminates, and my eyes focus from the squinted precautions, I'm only left with a plummeting heart.

whitney: yo hood, u up?

me: yeah.

whitney: what's good son?

me: can't sleep ://

whitney: talk to me.

me: michael found out about our doctors visit, and he won't talk to me :((

whitney: did you explain to him that the baby isn't yours?

me: he thinks I cheated on him.

whitney: lol, but you told him you didn't, right?

me: no.

whitney: that's fücked up.

me: he wouldn't let me!

whitney: okay, well as much as I want you back calum... I know how much you like/ love michael. so I don't care what is happening in your life, but you need to give him a call rn and profess your profoundly love for the twink. explain to him that this baby is not yours, and that I'll even talk to him if need be.

me: idk... he told me not to talk to him.

whitney: oh, so your just going to obey his orders? half of the best love stories known to man happened bc the guy (aka u) didn't give up on the girl (aka michael)

me: maybe I should just give him time. let us both cool off.

whitney: it's now or never, sonny.

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