Dazed & Confused

Chptr 4: Indecisive

[ Michaels p.o.v ]
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Becca and I sat silently alone in this room for at least ten minutes before I decided I could ask her a question without ringing her neck for answering me. "Why do you hate me so much? When you really don't know me or what I've been through. "Mike, I could never hate you. What the hell kind of question is that?" Was she serious?! I roll my eyes and face palm at her innocent act. "Mike, what made you ask me that? Me attempting to make out with you? Huh?" "Oh I don't know..maybe you constantly smiling and laughing at me when it's unnecessary, you treat me like I'm stupid..you insult me. And then you turn around and start snogging me and I'm not supposed to be the slightest bit curious as to why the fuck you're doing it? Oh and let's not leave out the fact that you sit back and let everyone believe that I hit you. Fake crying and whatnot..AND you were the reason that Ashton and I were at each others throats..so you tell me why I contemplate whether or not you hate me." She just sat there. In tears and in shock. After a few moments of sitting on the floor she wiped her eyes and stood up facing me. To my legitimate surprise she walked right up to me and fists the sides of my tshirt in attempt to hold me in place. "Don't you get it Michael? I quite like you to be honest." She unbundled her hands and rubbed my sides, smoothing out the sides of my shirt where she had wrinkled it. I was completely oblivious about what made me hate her so much the first time I ever laid eyes in her..until now. She quite reminded me of Pria. Looks, not so much.. Personality, very much so. The realization sent chills down my entire body. How did I not place the two of them together yet? She had the same almost nasal sound to her voice, they both cackled when they laughed hard enough. They both never seem to be bothered by anyone's opinion of them. And first and foremost they never seemed the slightest bit intimidated by me. The one thing Becca had that I actually enjoyed was her thick bum, which I'll admit, I admired it a time or two when she walked ahead of me or bent over to do something. I'm a guy..what do you expect? Anyway, after relating Becca to Pria in all these different aspects..I realized that I had one more perfect reason to hate her even more. "Michael" "huh what?" I ask dumbly before coming back to reality and feeling her rub my lower back while she stared up at me. "Mikey, I really do care about you..do you think I'd just sit back and take this much bullshit from someone I didn't care about? Because if that's you're thinking, you're wrong." Goddammit she sounded so much like her. I felt sick at the feeling of her gentle stroking on my back. "Since last summer, a year now, I've loved you Michael. Since July..on the Take me home tour..I've loved you..*sigh..and up until this last month I've been a fan hopelessly in love with a boy that I'd never get a chance to meet, let alone be with." I was still so disgusted with her similarity to that bitch. I wanted to throw up everytime she talked. "Please, do us both a favor and stop talking like you care." For once her facial expression showed a sign of hurt because of my words. Badly enough, I felt almost proud that her pained expression was a result of my words to her. But then sure enough her pain slipped back up into a smile. She brought her warm hands up to my face and cupped it, I flinched at the sensation. "You're clearly messed up Mike, but maybe that's what I like most about you." I grabbed her wrists tightly, bringing her hands down from my face and held them behind her. I stepped towards her, her breasts now firmly pressed into my upper abdomen. She gave me a dirty almost perverted smirk licking her lips probably hoping I'd destroy her right there. "Becca you're insane, no better..no worse..just clinically insane." Once again she smirked at me. Before I could react she swiftly turned her hands the opposite way and clasped onto my wrists, unraveling my clenched fists and placed my newly straightened hands on her bum. She now controlled their movements, making them grab hard onto her. This was sick..but I couldn't help myself, I felt her hands sneaking up the back of my neck and grabbing handfuls of my hair, before I noticed that my hands were still going, grabbing and squeezing her bum. Only now I realized her hands were no longer controlling me. This was me on my own free will..groping the girl that I hated most in life. I let out a raspy groan before looking down to see that she had my shirt pulled down at the top, kissing my chest and neck. Why was she so good at confusing the hell out of me. I knew I hated her. I really did. But every now and then she and I would share these moments where I couldn't exactly figure out why I hated her so much. This current snog session being one of those moments. I pulled myself away from her looking down at her face of disappointment. "Why'd you stop Mikey?" I winced at her comfortability with me. "Becca, we're gonna confuse the hell outta the rest of them if they catch us like this." I explained. "Well fine. Let them be confused..I'm confused..I'm not sure whether you hate me or not." I could see that she had very light, small freckles on her cheeks and they were almost cute when I wasn't absolutely pissed at her. "Well, I won't say I hate you..but I will say that you're still a girl, who's a bit younger than me..therefore I don't trust you the slightest bit. Which means I can't exactly like you a ton." "So I'm not fired?" She asked nervously. "If we keep these secret snogging sessions going then you'll never get fired." I laughed at my own statement as she rolled her eyes again. "Fine by me. Next time how bout you take a little control." She winked. I watched her bum as she made her way to the doorway. She blew a kiss as she walked out the door. What in the actual fuck was I getting myself into? I hated all women..remember? If I was going to get involved with anyone it most certainly should NOT be with a Pria act-alike.. I think I made that word up but still..they were way too similar and I could sense the danger already.