Shaded // 5SOS {mgc}

Two

"Okay, tell me again what happened?" Michael asked, closing his eyes and shaking his head in confusion.

"I already told you Michael," I continued down the corridor, to my locker. "Over the summer, I went to a camp. It wasn't a big deal. It was a Co-Ed facility, and there was this boy."

"I understand that part. What I don't understand is, how could you kiss him?!" He widened his eyes and he grimaced slightly. Why is he always so protective? "Like, you were only there for a week! You shouldn't kiss someone you barely know." He huffed and crossed his arms, slamming his back onto the row of lockers.

I didn't even look him in the eye. I knew he was right, Michael was always right.

"Michael, I'm sorry. I know it was wrong of me to have kissed Nick. He was just really sweet and hella cute. He was like, the only person who talked to me while I was there. He said he liked me and I sort of did. I wasn't exactly going to let that opportunity fly out the window. He just went for the kiss and I didn't shy away."

He sighed and turned to look at me. I kept my gaze on the floor. "But, after we kissed, things got weird. Like, we still talked but he acted differently. On the last day of camp, I gave him my number in case he ever wanted to write me. We haven't talked since. Besides, he was a pretty shitty kisser."

Michael started to laugh. Really loud. Drawing attention from a lot of people. I hate when the attention is on me and everyone stares. I put my hand over his mouth in attempt to muffle his laughs, which only resulted in getting a wet, slimy palm.

"Michael!" I exclaimed. "Don't fucking lick my hand, you ass!" I slapped him in the arm playfully.

"Sorry Allie, but you've known me your whole life. You should know by now that I slime everyone who puts their hand over my mouth." He stuck out his tongue out at me, and grabbed at his forehead, fixing his fringe.

"Don't test me, Clifford! I will not hesitate to slap you," I threatened, pointing my index finger in front of his face, and gave him my most menacing glare I could muster, while trying not to laugh. Not going to lie, it's impossible to stay mad at this kid.

The bell rang for the next class, I slammed my locker shut and we started down the hallway again.
*
"I swear to god, if Ms. Chanin yells at me one more time-" My rant became interrupted by my body slamming into the lockers beside me. A shock of pain struck my shoulder. Tears pricked at my eyes, I bit hard on my bottom lip to hold them back.

I turned to see Ashton Irwin, the football captain, and the one person who tries to make my life a living hell. His girlfriend Molly, the most popular girl in the school, clung to his arm like he was her life source.

"Will you watch where you're going?" Michael shouted down the hall before mumbling, "you dick."

Ashton spun around fast, forcing his arm out of Molly's tight grip. "What the fuck did you say to me? You don't have the right to talk to me. Keep to yourself and your little group of freaks." He ended his statement by giving Michael a hard and forceful shove against the lockers.

Michael shifted in discomfort, Ashton continued to push on his chest, with his abnormally large hands, forcing him deeper into the lockers.

"Ashton! Leave him alone!" I tried to keep my voice from shaking.

"Oh yeah? And who's going to stop me? You? What can you do, other then cry some petty, worthless, little tears?" Ashton let go of Michael and started coming towards me. Everyone in the hallway stopped and directed their attention to us. Tears filled my eyes again, my shoulder continued to ache with pain.