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He was trouble.
Everyone had warned you, everyone had told you to avoid him like the plague. You knew that you should have known better, that you shouldn't be wasting your time on someone like him – but you were in far too deep now for any sort of logical thinking.
"Clifford is staring at you again," your best friend Ellie said, leaning up against the locker beside yours as you deposited the books from your last class of the day.
"Is he?" You replied, trying not to sound at all bothered.
"Yeah," she said. "He's such a fucking weirdo. I really don't get what girls see in him, I mean, sure he's good looking, but why would you even be interested in someone who has banged half the school?"
You pushed your head further into your locker, hoping that Ellie didn't notice your reddening face. Six months ago you would have agreed with her, said that you didn't get it either, that you couldn't understand why anyone would get involved with Michael Clifford – but everything had changed the second you first felt his lips on yours.
You slammed your locker shut. "Come on, we'll miss the bus."
You could feel Michael's eyes on you as you walked up the hall; you knew you couldn't look at him, you knew if you did you would give it away.
"Do you want to come over later?" Ellie asked as you both walked out of the school building and towards your waiting bus. "We could get takeout."
"I can't," you replied. "I've got to study for that test tomorrow."
It was un-nerving how good you had become a lying – to your best friend, to your parents - you barely even had to think about it anymore. It wasn't that you didn't feel guilty about lying, it was just that getting to be with him was worth it.
"What test? It's not for a class I have too is it?" Ellie asked, sounding slightly panicked.
You shook your head. "It's for history."
"Can't you even just come over for a bit? My parents are going to some work dinner with my dad's company, so it'll just be us."
"Sorry El," you replied. "I really can't risk letting my history grade slip."
It wasn't a complete lie – you did have a history test tomorrow, but you'd studied for it all weekend and your grade wasn't in any risk of slipping.
"Oh alright then goody two shoes," she replied as you took your usual seats at the back of the bus.
Little did she know.
*
"Do you think she's a virgin?"
"Who?" Michael asked, staring out of the passenger seat window of Calum's parked car.
"Y/N," Calum said, taking another drag of his cigarette.
Michael shrugged. "I don't know."
"Well I wouldn't mind finding out," Calum replied. "I'd be more than happy to teach her a thing or two."
Michael felt his fists automatically tighten by his sides. He had no right to get mad at Calum's remark, he didn't know after all; Michael was the one who had been lying to his best friend for 6 months.
"Dude, why are you so fucking tense?" Calum asked, picking up on Michael's change in body language.
"I'm fine," Michael replied.
"You don't look fine, you look like you're about to fucking punch someone."
"I'm fine," Michael snapped.
