17 year old Melina Garcia is nothing but trouble. And trouble is all that seems to follow her. When enrolled into a new school, she seems to develop a nemesis; her music theory professor, Mr Armstrong. But what happens when their constant nagging an...
Time seemed to just fly by and before I knew it, it was seven. Michael had waited the entire time for me, and I made sure to change his order to a cheeseburger with fries.
"Took you long enough" Michael chuckled at me as I finally came back out, finished my shift.
"Wow someone is rather impatient to get their ass kicked" I smirked back at him, making him shake his head.
"Babygirl, you don't know what you're in for" he spoke lowly. I felt a shiver almost come over me at his voice.
Oh boy.
. . .
I had to convince Michael for an unreasonable amount of time to take me to my house so I could change. He pouted but eventually agreed. Horn dog, just wanted to look at my cleavage. I noted to put on the baggiest sweater that I owned.
We got to my aunt's house and I saw an unfamiliar looking car in the drive way. Did my aunt have a date going on or...?
"Uhm, did you want to come in?" I asked, feeling awkward suddenly.
He smirked at me "how could I say no?"
We got out of Michael's car and headed up the driveway and into my aunt's house.
"Aunt Evelyn? I'm home" I called out. I heard some sudden movements coming from upstairs. What the hell?
"Uhm, I'm just going to go get changed then" I spoke cautiously. Michael eyed me carefully but then nodded.
I quickly grabbed my Eazy-E black crewneck sweater, my ripped skinny jeans, and ran my fingers through my hair to make it look a little nicer than it did before. I added some extra deodorant and put on my favorite perfume. I put on a pair of black converse high tops, grabbed my phone, some cash, and walked out of my room and into my aunt Evelyn's room.
I really should have knocked.
"Hey aunt Evelyn, I'm going out with Michael I'll be back in- what the fuck is going on in here!?" I nearly shrieked at the sight in front of me.
My aunt looked flustered, she was a mess. She had just been making out with the man who was stumbling to get off of her.
My fucking music theory teacher. Mr Armstrong.
You have got to be kidding me.
"Oh uhm hi Melina, I didn't hear you come in." I was glaring at Billie Joe, completely ignoring my aunt. He stared back at me, a smirk on his face. What the hell was wrong with this guy?
"T-this is Billie Joe by the way. We just got back from the coffee shop." Aunt Evelyn spoke, she sounded like she was lying. I chose to ignore it.
"Right. Anyway, I'm going out on a date," I tested the word out. Billie Joe definitely didn't like that, his smirk faded at my words. "I uhm, don't know when I'll be back but I finished all my homework at work. Don't wait up." I didn't let my aunt respond and began walking down the stairs. I felt bad for not hearing her out and yeah she deserves a boyfriend, but why in the hell did it have to be her and Mr Armstrong that I walked in on?
I felt like I was going to be sick.
Michael stopped leaning on the wall when he saw me walking towards him. "Hey, everything okay? I heard you shout 'what the fuck!?' up there and I didn't know why..." Michael trailed off as we left the house.
"Hmm? Oh yeah. Just walked in on my aunt and Mr Armstrong making out" I replied without thinking.
"WHAT!?" Michael shouted.
"I know, weird shit. That guy is everywhere" I sighed.
Michael nodded in agreement. "I also heard you mention that you were going on a date" Michael smirked.
I tried to fight the blush that was threatening to break out on my face. "Yeah, I did. So what?" I added, with a smirk of my own.
Michael took the opportunity and quickly, but gently, placed me on the hood of his car. "I'm glad you're giving me a second chance, love."
"Oh is that all? I thought you were gonna kiss me" I mocked him playfully.
He chuckled at me, and then leaned in to kiss me. Okay, understatement. We were making out in public, on the hood of his car.
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After a while we both pulled away, and he let me sit up. "You're killing me, Mel" I smiled at the nickname that rolled off of his tongue. I kissed him on the cheek and smiled at him. "That's the plan, Mikey" he laughed at the nickname.
"We should probably get going. What do I win when I beat you?" he asked with a smirk.
"What makes you think you're gonna win?" I laughed at him, earning a playful glare from him.
"Like I said babe. What. Happens. When. I. Win?" with each word he said, he got closer and closer to my face. He planted a few soft kisses on my neck.
"Anything you want" I breathed out. I felt him smirk against my neck. "Sweetheart you've got a way with words Melina. Let's go, yeah?" he asked. As I went to take his hand, I felt as if someone was staring at me. And sure enough someone was. Mr Armstrong.
I smirked to myself and leaned up to press one more kiss on Michael's lips. I went to look up at the window Billie Joe was once looking through to find him no longer there.
Two can play your game, Sir.
"What are we waiting for?" I asked with a smile.
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A/N: Heeeyyyyoooooooo!
So this week I have exams, I'm done two and have two more to go. So hell fucking yeah to that. Here's an update cause I am happy af.
