Let's Forget Everything (Michael Clifford)

Chapter 30

(Michael's POV)

I groaned at the sound of my alarm clock, leaning over and reaching for my jeans that were sprawled out on my floor.

I didn't care about waking up the girl next to me, I didn't even remember her name. Hailey? Or Hannah, maybe?

I met her at some Frat party last night, I was so drunk I don't even remember bringing her back to my apartment.

Hearing her sigh, obviously angry that I woke her up, I pulled my pants up and made my way to the bathroom.

After washing my face, I leaned on the counter and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I haven't shaved, and I don't even know what color my hair is right now, I haven't bothered to dye it in a while.

There hasn't been a day that's gone by that I haven't thought about her, and it doesn't help when my grandma and the guys bring her up every time I see them.

They think i'm just hurting myself, which is true. But it's been too long for me to go back on what I said and reach out to her now, besides, she's probably moved on.

All I know is that she's been hanging out with Calum a lot, even though he won't tell me anything about her or what they do together.

He claims they are just friends, but that's how me and Jessie started out. If she catches feelings for him I swear to god i'll have a breakdown. I've always kind of known that Calum is in love with her. Or maybe my paranoid, insecure thoughts just led me to believe he is.

Walking back out into my bedroom, which was also my living room because of how small my studio apartment is, I walked right past Hillary? Hayden?

Grabbing my socks off the ground, I heard whatsherface clear her throat, like that was supposed to make me feel inclined to tell her good morning, or make her breakfast.

"Did we hook up last night?" I asked her without turning around. I really hope I didn't get with her, I would despise myself if I had meaningless sex.

Jessie is the only one. Even though I'm not with her, I can't do that to her or myself.

"No....You barely even looked at me last night. As soon as we got to your apartment you fell asleep." Her tone giving away the fact that she was hopelessly confused.

I almost smiled before saying, "I have a morning class so you should probably leave." I know I'm being a dick, but that's just how i've been for the past couple months.

She muttered something under her breath before pulling a shirt over her head and stomping out the door, giving it a good slam.

Picking up my All Time Low shirt, my mind went back to the concert where I got to know Jessie for the first time.

How soft her hand was when I pulled her out of the stool. How her lips quirked up into a side smile when she rolled her eyes at me.

All those times when we were best friends and I would walk home with her and we would lay together and watch tv. I would try so hard to subtly rest my head on hers, and sling my arm around her.

All those times I had to watch her with Bradley and I wanted nothing more than to pull her out of his arms and into mine.

The night I kissed her for the first time and she was so innocent and sweet yet she still kissed me back with the same want and need, it made me feel alive.

Looking back I regret all the times I took for granted being able to hold her in my arms and feel her soft lips. The way she would sling her arms around my neck and rest her head on my chest.