Michaels POV
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Saturday and Sunday were behind us and Hell was ahead. Monday. Because when God was making the calendar he realized the population was much too large, so he needed a day in which everyone contemplates suicide. Something from my dark, twisted mind, and something that Ashton deemed too emo and depressing for his taste. He looked at me with his tired eyes before flicking them back to the road.
"You're distracting me, Michael, I'm trying to focus on the road so I don't crash and kill us both." I grumbled a quiet reply.
"I'd rather die in a fiery burning car crash than stay on the route we're on now..." He rolled his eyes at me and scoffed.
"Why must you always be so damn negative all the time Mikey? Maybe today it'll be better, maybe they won't do anything today-" I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing. He knew it was far past getting better now.
"It's not getting better, you know damn well it's going to stay the same or get worse." I used an unpleasant tone of voice with him and regretted it, I was taking my pain out on him, even though I knew well enough not to. I could see his eyes growing sad behind his glasses.
"Sorry.." He mumbled. What kind of friend am I?
"No, I'm sorry Ash, I shouldn't have been so rude.." He stayed quiet for a few minutes before speaking up.
"Aren't you talking about what's her name today?" The news of her spread quickly after I told Christie.
"Her name is Audrey, and yes I was planning on it."
"Awww cute you have a crush."
"Oh shut up."
"Are you nervous?" Of course, I was nervous, I'm me.
"No, I'm confident." Totally lying through my teeth.
"Dude, I love you, but you aren't the most confident, you should be but you're not."
"...What if she hates me..?"
"She won't, you're extremely loveable."
"No, I'm not. I suck, everyone hates me Ashton I'm an outcast." I didn't say it like I was upset, I understood. If I saw me I'd want to beat me up too. I'm an easy target.
"Michael.."
"She won't love me, no one will." Again, I wasn't upset, I had often thought about the probability of me ending up alone. I got over it a long time ago. A depressing overtone of my eccentric happy attitude. He sighed as he pulled into the crowded parking lot of our boring ass high school. I sat silently in the car for a few minutes and Ash gave me a funny look.
"You coming?" He asked, obviously confused at the absence of my usual sarcastic comment on how our school is jail, or hell, or torture. But I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to come. I was pretty damn scared. I was every day, really, but today was worse. Things could get worse. I could get worse. They could be worse to me. I was fucking scared, and I was panicking.
"Ash I-I don't wanna go in..." God Dammit Clifford, man up, it's just a girl. No, she's the girl.
"Michael... Dude you have to..."
"But I don't want to... She's gonna hate me, and then everyone will m-make fun of me a-and beat me up..."
"Michael, come on, that won't happen..." He didn't know that. Grade six. My first crush. I was too afraid to come out and say it to her face so I wrote her a love letter. A three-page love letter. She read it, laughed in my face and immediately handed it over to Carter. Even then he and his friends were dick bags. They had always made fun of me for being too scrawny. So they took me into the back parking lot, pinned me down to the pavement and forced me to eat the letter I had wrote. All. Three. Pages of it. Tears had streamed down my face as they pulled and pushed my jaw, then holding it closed for long periods of time, forcing me to have to swallow it. It was torture, the worst day of my life, and I'll never forget it.
"Grade six, Ash."
"That's not gonna happen again."
"You don't know that."
"They've grown up Michael, they wouldn't do that again."
"They could do far worse now."
"Michael you need to take a deep breath, okay? Everything will be okay." I breathed deeply and looked back up at him. "Just invite her to sit with us at lunch, I promise she won't say no."
"But what if she does?"
"Well, then she's not worth your time anyway." I took another breath. He was right. "Now go get her, hot shot." I laughed and got out of his car and walking into the cold, brick school building. I wandered for a minimal amount of time before seeing her. Her bright blue eyes were barely visible, covered by strands of her long, thick hair dyed a bright red color. It stuck out atop her black sweater and skinny jeans, with plain blue sneakers to top it off, the laces tied into neat, perfect bows. She smiled at me sweetly when she saw me as if she wasn't smiling at me, but about me. I started walking towards her, but as I approached, her feet moved quicker, dragging her away from me, faster and faster until I was at a mild jog to catch up. I finally caught up to her in a dead end hallway, both of us practically out of breath.
"Audrey?" She turned around but didn't look up at me.
"You're Michael, right?" Her voice was soft and sweet, not shrill and too high pitched like a hand bell, not deep and too bass like a gong, but the perfect medium, singsongy and light, like a distant church bell. A beautiful church bell. I nodded nervously as if I remembered what she had said before getting distracted by her voice. We sat in an awkward silence before she spoke up. "So what did you need?" I had almost forgotten I had just chased her down through half the school to ask her this question.
"Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me and my friends at lunch..." My voice cracked nervously more than once. She looked up at me, wide-eyed, surprised more than anything.
"I, uh, I-I don't know..." My heart dropped to my feet.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, Fuck I'm so sorry..." She giggled when I swore.
"Michael, it's okay... I can sit by you guys in the lunch room." I smiled wildly. I stumbled awfully over every word I said, trying to process that she had just said yes.
"O-Okay well, that's cool, it'll be great, you'll see us at our table, I mean probably, I'm sorry, I'll shut up now." I was looking down at my hands, pulling on my fingers and cracking my knuckles, but when I looked up I saw her smiling like an idiot. A beautiful idiot. "What? What was it?" I didn't understand why she was so smiley.
"You're just being really, really cute." She was looking down blushing, and I was as red as a tomato.
"You're the cute one."
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A/N: Omg guys I'm so sorry I haven't updated in almost a year, I just wasn't feeling this just being about Luke, so I was like what if it's about all of them? So hopefully you aren't like upset it's not just Luke anymore, but I'm sorry if you are. I love you guys! -Cashton baby/Sophie
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