Who the fuck is Michael?

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This is so devastating, I wrote a lot for this chapter but for some reason it didn't publish. I'm Pissed I was so proud. So I'm gonna spam update:

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Erins POV

Scrolling mindlessly through Instagram on a Thursday night was nothing new to me. I cant remember half the things I look at, I'm not really paying attention. I'm just avoiding homework to be honest. My room is filled with the sound of All Time Low blasting through my speakers. I made a weak attempt to sing along. I pushed the volume up further and groaned loudly. My pen ink covered hands reached for my English folder and pushed my laptop open.

suddenly a text notification practically made me shit myself.

*snapchat from Michael*

Who the fuck is Michael?

My mind wandered through conversations I previously had with friends. No Michael entered my head, Maybe he was in one of my classes and I just didn't know him by name. I had nicknames for everyone.

I opened the bright yellow app, refreshing the page and watching the ghost dance at the top of the screen. There his name was, The blue square beside it telling me it was a chat. I slid it opened and saw the picture from my story. It was just me sitting on a swing, looking up at the sky, My hand posing my signature 'peace' sign.

He captioned it 'Thank you'

THANKS FOR WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!

I played it cool and text him 'I'm sorry what???'

Michael: Oh shit, I misread. I thought you said have a good day! But you were just stating you had one... 0.0

Me: Oh! I'm sorry! I hope you had a good day too!

Michael: Oh my god I'm so embarrassed!!!

Me: Don't be! haha, I'm sorry but I have no idea who you are..XD

Michael: I'm friends with Finick.

Me: You mean Luke Hemmings brother?

Michael: yeah, I'm lukes best friend. I added you off finicks snapchat.

Me: Oh! I'm Erin!

Michael: Youre also cute ;)

I blushed and shook my head laughing. He was blind, but... cute. I spent hours to talking to him, all I remember last was saying goodnight and falling into a sleep with for once was not a horrifying nightmare.

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She's dancing alone

I'm ready to go but she's so

Lost in stereo, lost in stereo

She's out of control, so beautiful

In stereo, lost in stereo

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My alarm woke me up. I groaned reaching for the phone 10:57

'SHIT' I screamed jumping up and shoving everything into a bag. I got dressed and ran to the school, To nervous to go on my penny board. My heart racing as I burst into English class

'I'm so so sorry I'm late I was up really late last night!!' I gasped running to the only spare chair. 

Ms.Greene growled in annoyance 'See me after class Ms. Cole.'

I put my head in my hands. I was late. Tired. I look like a mess.

Something hits the side of my head and I pick up the paper. 'Nice to see you in person - Michael'

I looked to my left and saw the red haired boy grin. I smiled gently. Fuck he's cute.

*Bell*

I watched everyone get up and leave.

'So Ms. Cole do you have your home work?' She asked

I shook my head no.

'That's detention, 3 hours after class on Friday' she said.

I let out a pissed off groan and stormed out. Crashing into Michael.


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