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"Hi, i'm a burgular... and I'm gonna smash your back door in!"
You looked up from where you were kneeling by your locker, you were trying to stuff all your books to take home but it was taking you a while and you had to keep rearranging everything. There were so many books and you didn't know how you were going to carry all of them home. You hated all your teachers who assigned you all this homework for the weekend. You were excited it was Friday but deep down inside you were also upset because you probably wouldn't have time to do anything but work this weekend. Which was what you normally did anyway.
Which is why you were surprised that Michael Clifford with his black leather jacket, eyebrow piercing, red hair, and tattoos was standing next to you, using what you presumed was a pick up line to get your attention. You weren't a nerdy girl but you did spend a lot of time doing school work, extra credit work and making sure you would get into a good college. You weren't exactly a loser but you weren't in the popular crowd or anywhere near it. You kept to yourself and made sure none of those dirty teenagers corrupted your mind.
"I don't get it." You professed to Michael who snickered. "What do you mean?" His face showed total and utter disbelief.
"The burgular thing, yeah, i don't get it." Your cheeks turned red as he started to laugh.
"Wait i thought you were supposed to be smart?" His question threw you off and pretty soon hot tears started streaming down your face. Michael's laughter seized and a look of concern took over his face "Oh, Shit, Fuck, I'm sorry." He blurted out. He bit his lip as he hugged your side and rubbed your back to try to make you feel better.
Of course he had to ruin the moment by saying "If you were a washing machine, I would put my dirty load inside you." He thought he was making the moment less tense but instead you cried harder, still not understanding what he was trying to say. You felt really stupid and now you probably looked like an idiot balling your eyes out because you don't understand Mikey's slang.
"y/n i-"
"It's o-" you started to tell him that it was totally fine, you were a really sensitive, naive person and this happened more then often.
That was the moment Mikey decided to take the direct road and just straight up no puns, no jokes, no sexual innuendos ask you out.
"No, its not okay. How about we go on a date tomorrow? I"ll make it up to you, i promise." You couldn't believe that the punk rock bad boy had just asked you on a date.
"Seriously?" You questioned it, you had read plenty of stories where the hot guy asks the un popular girl out as a joke and you were not about to become a cliche teen story.
"I'm serious as can be."
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