lilac || mgc au

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delilah.

he loved the way it rolled off his tongue. simple yet unique. she sat there, surround by her, rather large, group of friends as michael sat in the back of the classroom, admiring her movements.

he loved many things about her. too many things if he was being completely honest. he loved how animated she way when she spoke, waving her hands around as she became more and more excited about the current topic. he loved how she ran her hands through her raven waves when she was being talked to; most of all however, he loved how she bit her lip when she was nervous.

currently, she was doing two of the three. ashton, the 'popular' boy of the school was flirting with her. michael couldnt help but notice her lip biting and how she ran her small hands through her soft hair (he of course didn't know personally if it was soft, but he assumed) as he spoke and how she let out the occasional giggle when he would wink at her.

he hated it.

michael tried to ignore her. he tried hard, he always did, but he just couldn't. something about her pretty smile and soft voice drove him mad. he finally settled on watching himself play with the bracelets on his wrist, seeing her out of his peripheral vision.

delilah olivers.

he knew she was way out of his league. after all, delilah was the leader of the cheer squad and the most lovely girl in school. she was always surrounded with people, unlike michael who was usually alone unless his best friend luke was around.

he picked his head up when he heard loud snickers from delilah's direction, "clifford!" ashton called out as delilah looked at michael in wonder and what seemed to be admiration. michael met her eyes briefly, as she gave him a genuinely kind smile.

"what color will your hair be next!?" he teased michael, as michael blushed and shrugged, suddenly becoming self conscious about his pale blonde hair as the group of people made their way to his desk.

"well you have to know clifford!" ashton smirks as delilah smiles at michael, "i really don't know ashton. i haven't thought about dyeing it again." michael mumbles, feeling incredibly uncomfortable due to multiple people staring at him. they way their eyes stared made his skin crawl in embarrassment.

ashton chuckles, "maybe you should dye it black. would suit your dark personality." he smirks at a blushing michael who knew better than to speak his mind. to his surprise, delilah spoke up, "cut it out ashton. he looks fine. if you were going to dye it, you should dye it lilac. it would look good on you." she smiles at the shy boy as he avoided her eyes.

delilah had spoken to him, and even better was that she stood up for him.

"y-yeah i might." he choked out as delilah smiles, "let's go guys, class is starting in a second, leave him alone," she hops off the table she was previously sitting on. "bye michael." she says quietly, giving him a tiny smile before returning to her seat with ashton.

she knew his name.

he couldn't believe it. she had talked to him. she had stood up for him. no one has ever done that. not even luke, who was just as shy as michael. he smiled, the overwhelming feeling of happiness washing over his usual feeling of vacancy as class began. he wasn't sure why she stood up for him, but he obviously wasn't complaining.

you could easily say michael was trying to go unnoticed in class. he would constantly be looking down at his plain desktop as the teacher spoke. his teacher knew things about him the students didn't, so she let him be.

michael didn't care much about the boring subject of history. to be completely honest he didn't care much about anything but music.

and delilah of course.

he would occasionally look up to the clock to check how much longer he would have to spend in his seventh hour class before he was able to leave for his home.

once in awhile, he would feel something wet against his neck and hear snickers. all he would do is sigh as he wiped the spit ball off his body and onto the floor.

michael had a bad habit of playing with his bracelets during class and this just so happened to annoy this particular teacher. "mr.clifford, would you like to answer number fifteen?" the teacher sighed as michael felt the heat dance across his cheeks.

"wouldn't it be the year 1760?" he attempted to answer as the teacher frowned at him, "please at least try and pay attention michael. the answer is 1987." michael frowned at his desk as he heard ashton and a few others chuckle.

he wasn't sure why the disliked him to be honest. he wasn't sure what he had done for everyone to bully him. it had just been that way since the second grade.

one thing he was sure of however, is that it he would soon be going to the store to buy a bottle of lilac hair dye.