I don't know what happened that day. He just somehow made me fall in love with him. i was so different to him. Never smoked, never drank, never done drugs or had sex. But there was something about him, something that made me fall under his spell.
He sat at the back of the class every time. He was a person that kept to himself. He is not afraid to backchat teachers or swear at them. He is not afraid to speak his opinion or mind.
His name is Michael Clifford.
he has dyed hair and a beautiful smile and a dark personality. Not many people take notice of him. He has his own little world. Yeah, he has a bit of a reputation but it's not a really big or bad one. You wouldn't want to get into a fight with him.
My name is Maddy Peterson.
I have natural brunette hair and I have green eyes. I get teased a lot because, well I don't even know. I suppose my personality is unhappy. But I just hate life sometimes. I have scars on my wrists from a year ago when I just could not take the bullying. But nothing has changed.
So this is what happened today:
I was walking into class and he walked past me. "Hey slut" a girl said as she walked past me as well. As I walked into the classroom I found that there were no seats available in the front. It was very unusual actually. I sat near the back next to Michael. "Oi whore wanna suck my dick, how much are ya?!"someone yelled across the room.I looked over at Michael. He smirked at me. I looked away but I couldn't help but glancing over at him. I studied his behaviour a bit. He understood the lesson but at the same time had no idea. It was cute. He caught me gazing at him and it was embarrassing. "You like what you see?" he asked grinning. He was probably just teasing me like everyone else does. I awkwardly turned away. Soon after, the bell rang. He stopped me in my tracks. "You know I saw you looking at me that whole fucking lesson?' he said laughing. Oh boy here we go, he is gonna beat me up or some shit."R-really?" ask embarrassed. He just looks and smiles. Woah. Did not expect that. Well maybe he is nice. "You know, you're not what those people say you are, you can't let them bring you down",he said grabbing my arm and showing me my scars. "I try really hard, I do, I just can't take it sometimes and this is the only way to make me feel better.""Hey, do you wanna hang out sometime?" Michael asked me."Uhh, yeah sure. You can come over to my house tomorrow if you want to", I said back surprised. "Yeah, sure. I'd like that. I'll be over at 11 tomorrow. What's your address?" "23 Albany Crescent." I stated.
So yeah thats basically what happened today.
Suddenly I get a text from some one. It doesn't say who it is from. It's a new number. it says hi. I replied who is this?
A few moments later
its michael
oh hey
hi hows it going?
good you?
yeah alright
wait how do you know my number???
thats for me to know and you to never find out
whatever fine then
:)
:D
After that he didn't reply so I just left it and went to sleep. In the morning i woke up to a text that said:
hey babe ;) get ready i will be at your house at 11
uhh ok :)
I didn't know what to do so I got dressed. I wore black skinny jeans with a white shirt and leather jacket. I straightened my hair and put my make up on. I put on my green Vans and went and sat in the lounge room to wait for Michael. I get a text saying that he will be here in a few. Soon after, I hear a horn go off. That must be him. I walk outside and lock the door behind me.
His car is very nice and comfortable as I found out when I got into the passenger side. "Wow, Maddy you look different today" he says smiling. "Thanks. You look about the same", I reply.
"So, where were you thinking of going?" Iask curiously. "Hmmm, what about the markets down at Marlgrove Street?" He asks. "Perfect!" I say.
