Battle Of The Bitches. [5SOS]

Chapter 3

Chapter 3
Alex's POV

Michael returned from taking Payton home, but she didn't come back with him. I looked at my phone realizing that it was 10 already. Luke had decided to go home, but Calum was still there.

"I'm sorry, Michael." I said, as he walked back into the band room. "I tripped, I didn't mean to."

"I know, she'll be fine." he said, "she always cools off after a while."

I nodded. "It's late I should go home," I said, standing up.

"Wait!" Michael said, blocking me. "You should stay."

"Stay the night?" I questioned, biting the inside of my lip.

"Yeah," he mumbled quietly, staring into my eyes. I felt like it was just us two in this world, in this moment, but I realized Calum was still in the room.

"I think it's my turn to leave," Calum said, placing a shoulder on Michael's shoulder. He whispered something in his ear, and Michael lightly hit him, a smiling following on his face after. He waved at him and Calum left.

"So, you're staying?" Michael asked for reassurance. I nodded and he grinned. "Well c'mon, we're not sleeping in the band room."

We both laughed as we went up the stairs to the living room, I followed him as we walked up the next staircase. We entered a door in the hallway, which I assumed was Michael's bedroom.

"Welcome to my favorite place," he said, plopping down on the bed.

I laughed, "Your bed?"

"Of course," he answered, "I love sleep."

I nodded, standing awkwardly in his room. "Y'know you can come sit down." he said, referring to his bed.

"Okay," I said quietly, sitting down next to him.

"You can sleep here too, Payton and I do it all the time."

Oh. "Okay," I repeated, scooting up to the top of the bed.

Michael got up and shut off the lights, not before turning on the lamp next to his bed. He pulled the covers down and pulled them over me, crawling into them too. He scooted closer to me, and our bodies were almost touching.

"Payton and I are just friends you know.." Michael said, propping himself up on his elbow and looking up at me.

"I know." I said, confused to why he would say that. Maybe he could sense my jealously.

"I don't want that with you," he said, pushing back one of my dark strands of hair. He opened up his arms and I scooted into them, he placed one hand on my left cheek and stared into my eyes before slowly leaning in. He touched my lips with his own, and we began to kiss. It wasn't too deep, but it was enough for me to know that my feelings for Michael were real.

I leaned my head on his shoulder as he held me in his arms. "Goodnight beautiful," he said, turning the lamp off and kissing the top of my head.

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"Michael! You're gonna blow up the whole school!" I laughed, as I watched him try to choose the right chemical to put into the mix.

"Relax, I got this." he said, picking up a pink liquid. Nothing happened, but moments later smoke appeared. Michael placed his hands on my hips, and stood in front of me guarding me from the mix. He backed us up so we were away from it. We heard a fire extinguisher and soon enough the smoke was gone.

"Clifford, I thought I told you to be careful." the teacher scolded Michael.

"I was!" Michael whined, but we both knew he was just messing around. I liked the way he was so protective towards me though, it gave me a warm comforting feeling.