But I'm Alright Though

3. Apologies

Crystal taps my shoulder and I nearly fall out of my seat. I turn to her and she gives me a sad smile. I've been avoiding her all day. I've been avoiding everyone, except for right now since I really don't want to eat alone. I'm so annoyed that they took my guitar though. It's mine. They don't have the right to take it.

"Hey, you've been avoiding me all day," she states the obvious and I sigh running my hand through my hair messing it up even more.

"I think we should break up," I tell her and she looks at me like I just stabbed her cat.

"What?!" She exclaims turning heads.

"I only dated you because my parents wanted me too," I whisper, "I'm sorry, Crystal. I can't date you anymore," I explain and she bites her lip.

"Screw you," she spits getting up and leaving the room.

I groan and lay my head on the lunch table. Ashton kicks my leg making me flip him off. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. Man are my parents going to be angry.

"Michael? What was that?" Ashton asks being the sweet one of the group.

I look up at them and sigh. They are all looking at me with concern. I give them a weird smile and a thumbs up before laying my head back on the table. Calum forces me to sit up and I groan knowing they'll want me to explain everything.

"My parents made me date her. I don't even like her that much. They pissed me off yesterday so I might as well piss them off as well and benefit out if it," I shrug.

"What'd they do?" Luke asks.

"They took my guitar," I say feeling as it's not that big of a deal out loud.

"That's retarded," Calum states throwing his hands up for emphasis, "they can't do that!"

"You paid for it with your own money," Ashton agrees while Luke just nods.

I give them a small smile happy they actually agree with me. If they didn't I would've left the Cafeteria. It's not like I'm eating anything anyways. I never do. I actually really don't want to be here right now. Everyone is staring at me.

"I think, I'm going to go," I state. "The music room is empty. I hope."

"Okay see you later," Luke says and I nod waving to the rest and leaving the room.

I push the door open and a girl falls backwards considering I didn't see her and I hit her with the door. I wince hearing her hit the ground with a loud thud from her books. I quickly close the door and go to help her up. Of course I'd do don't like that.

"I'm so sorry. It's not my best day," I explain helping her stand noticing that she already has her books.

"It's fine," she mumbles not looking up to my eyes but hiding her face with her hair.

"Does anything hurt? I can take you to the nurse," I offer and she looks up at me finally seeming surprise that I asked.

My eyes meet her purple ones and I gasp. I didn't realize it was her. I never heard her voice before now. Up close she's even more gorgeous. She clutches her books closer to her chest with these big sweater paws.

"No. I'm alright," she assures me.

"Louise, right?" I ask and she blushes.

"You know my name?" Louise asks and I shrug.

"If it's Louise than yes," I answer and she chuckles.

"Yes. It's Louise," she smiles this smile I haven't seen yet.

"It's a pretty name," I tell her and she goes to scratch her nose to hide a blush. "I'm Michael by the way."

"I know," she says than pales. "I mean I've been in your classes before."

"Oh. I guess I didn't see you. It's great to meet you, Louise. I have to go but don't hit any doors until next time we see each other," I joke starting to walk off.

"No promises," she mumbles heading into the cafeteria making me laugh.

Wow. I have felt crappy all day and she actually made me laugh. Not even my friends can do that and they are the most funniest people I've ever met. I make my way finally to the music room and go in seeing it empty. Mrs. Erith is in her office so I wave to tell her I'm here and she just waves back knowing I come in here sometimes.

I go straight to the practice rooms they have here. This school is literally the best. They have such a great arts hall. There's a room for pottery, graphic design, painting, band and chorus. I'm in the chorus room right now and they have private rooms to practice for the Voice Workshop they have here. There's a piano, microphone and a guitar in here. I take the guitar and sit on the stole they provide.

Good thing my parents can't stop me from playing in here. I look at the clock to see how much time I have and smile because I have enough time for at least four songs to make me happier.

Somehow, I got myself into a new song. I just started playing random chords and the next thing I know I'm singing lyrics I just came up with. I think it's about her, my song. I actually made a song about someone. There's no way I'm losing her.

The clock warns me I only have five minutes until lunch ends and I groan knowing I have to go to boring history. It's not like it's a bad subject or anything I just know everything and get bored while they are explaining. Plus Crystal is in this class and I know she's going to stare me down. She really doesn't like not getting what she wants.

I put everything away and start heading to class, waving bye to Mrs. Erith. She's Literally my favorite teacher. Walking to class was the easy part, actually trying to find a spot when everyone in this class already sides with Crystal was the hard part. I sat in the back by the windows. At least now there's only one head that can actually turn and glare at me.

"Hello, Missy," I smile and she just rolls her eyes. "Lovely smile you got there."

"Shut up, Asshole," she spits and I put my hand on my chest pretending her insult hurt me.

"I take that to the heart, really," I say sarcastically before the teacher tells everyone to quiet down and pay attention.

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"You think you'll get your guitar back by breaking up with that poor girl?" Dad yells and I try my best to keep a straight face.

"I was doing her a favor, considering I don't even like her," I yell back and they both groan at me.

"You're making us look bad!" He admits and I smirk.

"That really sucks for you. Doesn't it?" I ask rolling my eyes.

"You get back together with Crystal and we'll give you your guitar back," Mom bargains and I almost say yes. Almost.

"No. I don't think you understand," I state and they both look at me with smoke fuming out of their ears.

"What don't we understand?" Dad asks through gritted teeth.

"That I," I start trying to show emphasis, "am not your Ken doll. I don't want to date Barbie!"

"Why not!" Mom screams and I groan.

"Goodnight," I say leaving the room.

"You're not getting your guitar back until you listen to us!" Dad screams after me and I frown.

"Whatever," I mumble running up to my room.