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people are so into this story & i have no idea why like wtfff eVEN. guess i gotta update for you lovelies then.

Enjoy (:

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Dear Calum,

the fact that you still paint your nails makes me so happy?? Bless up
                             Brooke x

Dear Brooke,
What can i say? i have great nail beds.
                                     Cal

[Michael's P.O.V.]

It's after third period, and I'm by my locker getting my things for my next class. My hair was a mess, as well as my life today. I felt so down, and couldn't tell why. Everything and everyone was pissing me off, and I knew it wouldn't be long until I lost it completely.

"What are you wearing?" Hannah demands as she saunters over beside me.

"Clothes?" I slam my locker shut, and try to shove past her. Bitches really wanted to try me today. She grabs my shoulder and pulls me back so that I am facing her.

"You know I don't care if you're gay. But that stick up your ass? Take it out, we are in public." I groan, and try to wiggle out of her grasp but it's no use. Her nails dig into my skin, and I step back in pain.

"Damn, nail files are only a dollar on Amazon, invest in that shit." She rolls her eyes, stepping towards me again. I guess there was no point in trying to run away from her. What Hannah wants, Hannah gets. "Fine, what do you want?"

"I want to know why you're wearing if hot topic and American eagle outfitters had sex." I frown and look down at my outfit. I was wearing some dark jeans, a blank white t shirt, and some sneakers. In all honestly, I hated it.

"Firstly, rude. Secondly, what's wrong with it?" She looks at me more seriously now.

"It's boy clothes." She says simply, but there's a whole lot of meaning behind it. "Love, what gives? Where's your pretty flowers and skirts? This isn't you Mikey, and you know it.  What happened?" My heart rate speeds up, and I look down, biting my lip. Hannah knows somewhat of Shawn's doucheness, but not the severity of his abuse. 

"I'm gonna be late to class," I shrug, hating this confrontation. Luckily Shawn was smart enough to hit me under my clothes now, but I was still so scared. If anyone found out, I was dead meat.

"Don't shut yourself out, Mikey. I'm here." She says sincerely. I felt bad. Bad that I couldn't open up, that I couldn't be happy when I wanted to. Our staring fest goes on a bit longer before I start walking past her again.

"I'm sorry, Han."

She doesn't stop me this time.

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A few days later I felt a bit better. I was currently at the mall with Kayla and her squad. Apparently they were getting merch for the concert. I figure the more I hang out with them, the more chance they'll get me tickets. I knew it's wrong that I'm practically using them for tickets, but hey.

A fangirls gotta do what a fangirls gotta do, period.

I was getting major flashbacks from mean girls at the moment, as we pass by Hannah who worked at bath & body works. She had this strange obsession with soap, but #nokinkshaming. A pissed expression was on her face, probably from the fact that I was hanging out with the modern day plastics. She motions for me to come over to her.

"Uhh, I'll be right back," I say to the other girls quickly. I scurry over to Hannah's place at the register.

"So I see you've been checking out the 2007 Jonas brothers look book."