hatred - malum

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C A L U M
maybe I was obsessed with michael clifford, maybe I wasn't. my friends insist that I am, but hell, I don't know if I'm infatuated with him or if I really enjoy making him mad. personally I think it's the latter. I hated michael when we knew eachother back in Australia, so why should we suddenly be all buddy buddy? our mothers always talked and were the best of friends when we were kids. my mom really missed Michael's when she passed. even when the both of us were moved away and gone, they still talked, and then, boom. she was gone. I did feel bad for michael, but that didn't mean I didn't hate him any less. call me fucked up, but I love to hate michael.

"hood, may I ask your views on what this illustration might mean?" the entire class stared at me, while I just stared at the professor with red cheeks. I rarely got embarrassed or called out for not paying attention. "um, I think the artist was going for a 'this is totally not deep but also super deep' type of feel." I guessed. the professor clapped his hands together and nodded. i smiled, proud of my blind guess as to what this weird ass painting meant. I began to tune out my professor again, humming as quietly as possible to a song that was stuck in my head. I watched something fly through the air from next to me and land on my small desk. I opened the paper and it had 'you suck' written on it in sloppy fucking writing.
clifford. 'and you swallow' I wrote back, knowing it would piss him off. I threw it back in his direction. I could hear clifford scoff all the way from where I was sitting.

on the way back to my dorm from class, I spotted michael sitting underneath a tree with some girl with blue hair. "there's a party at some frat house tonight, I better see you there, clifford." I said sarcastically before winking at him and continuing my walk back to my dorm. apparently, a frat house was having a party tonight. I always went to them whether I knew the people or not. who would turn down getting drunk on a friday? after I decided on what I wanted to wear, I made my way to the house. there were tons of people there, which did not surprise me at all. I guess these people were popular.

probably 5 drinks and 2 hours later, I was feeling good. I saw michael dancing in the living room with some guys and the girl he always hung around. he looked a lot more free than he always seemed to be. I decided to try to get closer to him and dance with him, but he barely noticed me. until, I simply patted his ass. he gave me a nasty look and stuck his tongue out at me. "no way, hood." michael growled. I rolled my eyes and started dancing with a girl that I'd never even seen before. being bisexual was actually amazing, I wasn't limited to one gender, which meant more opportunities to fuck people. the girl seemed to lose interest after literally only 5 minutes. i tried to make my way back near michael, and this time, he kind of let me in his space. I placed my hands on his hips and he leaned up against me, but that was the farthest it got. no matter how drunk we both were, we would never even think of
sleeping with each other. maybe.

(a/n) this is late and boring. oops.