Christmas Eve

Chapter 7:

Chapter 7:

I searched for about two minutes for a cab, but I guess there was no such luck for me today, I mean seriously, a freaking cab couldn't actually just move and pass by our school. It wasn't that far away from the city.

"You want a ride?" someone asked, I turned around and found Michael there with his Chevrolet black truck as he looked at me, his arms slung outside of his window seat. The breeze came by, making his blonde hair ruffle some more, making it messier. I looked at him, raising one of my eyebrow's up, but I guess I didn't have much luck doing it because after I tried I noticed he was laughing his ass off his car. 

"Gee, thanks, I don't need a ride from an asshole laughing at me." I said and walked off hurriedly, nearing the stoplight down Madison Drive.

"Get in." he followed me and smiled as he still slung his arm down his seat. "Come on, I won't laugh again, I promise."

"Asshole!" I yelled. But he still kept following me until I was already waiting for a cab in the heavy traffic down by Madison Square. I looked at the side and he gave me a smirk. 'Get in!' his face said, I looked away and just looked at the light, if I could just get to Madison Square I'm sure the cab drivers would be there and waiting for me. I just hope I got one as soon as I get there.

I passed through the street with no difficulty after the sign turned green and I hurriedly walked off.

"Get in! What the hell are you thinking of doing Ms. Black well?" he looked at me after I waited for another stop light to go green.

"Just go home Michael, I don't need your pity and crap for me."

"My pity and crap?" he asked. "This is just showing you that I'm sorry for making troubles for you much harder, this was never anything about pity and crap, what the hell is wrong with you? Are you PMSing, or is it just you and your hormones?!" he yelled.

"Get the hell away from me you bastard!" I yelled and walked away, I hailed a cab, and thank god I dind't have to stay there much longer than he did.

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 When you think you know someone enough, they then do something that surprises you some more.

"Hails! God, I'm so sorry, I just--" I said giving a huge sigh before I slammed myself unto the chair and sobbed softly.

"God, why are you crying?" she asked, hurriedly trying to grab my hands out of my face because I was using it to block the view of people passing by and giving us weird glances. WERE NOT FUCKING RETARDS! I wanted to scream out loud. "Here, here, here." she said handing me out wads of tissues out from her bag. My sobs lessened and then I wiped my eyes and looked at Hailey. "Is it that fucking asshole Walter?" she asked, her tone serious and angry. "Because," she said cracking her neck. "if it is, were definitely passing by there to kick his fucking ass." she said, pretending on shoving her hands up something and then she looked at me.

"I'm fine, really, and it's not Walter, I don't think he'd do something like that to me." I said immediately, knowing from the looks of Hailey now if I didn't save Walter I'll probably have to chase her down the car park just to get her to trust me that Walter has nothing to do with this.

"Then what is this about then? Why do you cry all of a sudden?" she asked me. "Are you afraid to do this? Because if you are we can totally reschedule for another date I'm sure they'll be fine with that right? I mean it's nothing really." she said.

"No, I want to do this." I said. "I don't want to go on thinking that maybe something would happen to me in the long run, I know you'd kick his ass up to the Statue of Liberty, and well Baxter would hang him up there on top of her you know." I said, she chuckled and then eyed me suspiciously.