A\N: The cover above is made by nocitylikecuriosity. This is how Michael's Wattpad profile looks like ;) What do you think?
So hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Two:
I was motionless. For two whole minutes I remained still, my phone gripped tight into my hands. My eyes were the only ones that moved, re-reading Michael's message over and over again.
What should I tell Michael?
Was I supposed to tell him that he was actually talking to Bree, the girl he'd been making fun of and called a nerd for three years? Was I supposed to act cool? Should I read his story? Should I tell him that I was going to read his story?
These were all questions that had been wrestling inside me ever since he had sent me that private message on Wattpad.
I took a deep breath and tried to relax the storm of thoughts from bursting farther into my head.
Hello.
I might as well start with a basic greeting first. You know, so it didn't look suspicious.
Sure, I will read your stories, I typed. Wait. No. This sounded too kind. And I sure as hell wasn't going to be kind to someone who had treated me like a punching bag of stupid jokes. Well, not anymore at least. I deleted the message and typed something else.
I will read it if I have time.
Ugh. No. I sounded like a busy secretary.
Shoot.
Before I even got the chance of re-typing the message, underneath Michael's name appeared the words typing...
Sure enough, after about five seconds I received a new private message from him.
@MichaelL99: so... are you going to read it or not?
Damn you undecided brain, my inner voice scolded.
Maybe, I eventually typed. Not a yes, and not a no.
Confession: I was dying to read his book. I longed to know what was possibly going through his head. Maybe there were a few secrets in there that showed how he had become such a douche over time. But if his book was a real, touching story... well, everything I knew was pretty much a lie.
It would be too weird.
Buzz. Buzz.
Another message from Michael.
YOU ARE READING
The Bad Boy Has Wattpad ✔
Romance|COMPLETED| "Michael Langwood has Wattpad," I repeated and smirked at him, trying not to laugh. "I told you it's NOT my account," he grunted, "It's a friend's who stopped using it so he passed it to me and -" "Shhh," I pressed my finger on his lips...