Birthmarks

Birthmarks Part 6

Michael

One of the hardest things I've ever had to do was break off from my parents. There were a lot of tears, a lot of heartache on my part, and a lot of money lost by not being in their favour. Although I still live with them to look after Johnny, I'm not their son.

The closest thing that has ever come close to that, was pretending I didn't care about that kiss to Natasha. It was petty, but it was also damn satisfying to see her fumble for words as I yawned (pretty convincingly since I couldn't sleep at all last night). It was good to show her the mixed signals that she had given me yesterday. But when I sat back down next to Sharon, who immediately started to bat her eyelashes and rub my arms, I realised that I would much rather be out there in the awkwardness, than pretend to possess any feelings for the woman beside me.

Then I looked up towards the door.

Who the fuck was that dude talking to Natasha?

He wore a loose white t-shirt which meant that his muscles were easily seen, and his big green eyes were staring right at her whilst he laughed at something she said. He leaned against the locker and it looked like he was going to kiss her any second, whilst she looked like she would happily reciprocate.
I get it, he was toned and tanned. But he also looked fake as shit.

I scowled, she seemed to get over me pretty quick.
No you don't meant that, you're just pissed off that she's not talking to you.

I put my head in my hands.
"Michael, what's wrong?" Sharon simpered, rubbing my thigh.

I don't get how girls thought it was okay to touch dudes without our permission.
Just because they're the 'fairer sex' doesn't mean that they're exempt from the rules of consent.

I pushed her hands away, "Stop touching me."
She put her hands back on the table (hopefully they would stay there) and she started to smile as she saw who I was looking at.

"Aren't you happy for her Michael? I thought you guys were just friends." She smirked, not knowing just how not-friendly we were last night.

They walked off. Why the fuck did they walk together?!

That's it, I'm going out there too.

"Cover for me Sharon," I said as I stood up to the surprise of my classmates. I didn't see her reaction but I bet it wasn't pretty.

I walked past the teacher, who was not-so-subtly taking a nap, and made my way to the door. But they were long gone.

I put my head in my hands.

Why was I jealous of something that I never even had?

I took a deep breath and decided to go to the loo instead. I might as well take advantage of the fact I was outside during class.

When I entered the classroom once again, she was still nowhere to be seen. Most people had long abandoned the set work, since the teacher had fallen into a deep sleep, and instead were openly talking about how Natasha had stolen the 'hottest guy that had entered this school' away from them.

The girl who was sitting next to Natasha was writing notes but kept looking at the door. I decided to approach her, it looked like she'd know more than anyone else. I sat down and her eyes literally bulged. She obviously knew Natasha better than I thought.

"I thought Natasha was out with you," she stated. "She probably went to the loo or something."

The Girl Code was strong in this one.