Wherever you are (Michael Clifford)

Michael

"To be honest, I really don't want to talk about Michael, if that's okay," Jake groans.

I'v been trying to get it out of him for the last half an hour but he won't budge and it's frustrating the shit out of me.

"Jake please, I want to know why he hates me that's all."

Jakes eyes soften. I knew when he saw me sad he would give in, this is why Jake is the best, sometimes.

"Fine." He groans again.

"Basically

In our group of friends, we are all different, but some how it works. Except we judge each other for everything we do. And I don't know it's suppose to be a joke, and I'll agree that it gets taken to far. But basically Michael got me good, and he deserved to because I had been getting on at him the week before.

I got really angry because everyone praised Michael for it, it made me jealous shall we say. So I said a few things to him."

Jake shrugs his shoulders and all of a sudden can't look me in the eyes. I know for sure that Michael isn't the bad person here, how could I be so stupid.

"What did you say?" I'm growing impatient now.

"I just .. I brought up his dad ok? And I know I shouldn't have, I know it's a sensitive subject but.."

I cut him off straight away.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait. Michael told you about his dad, he fucking told you and you use that against him? No Jake no, there is no fucking excuse, you horrible individual." I spit.

I pause a minute and start pacing up and down my room and then start again.

"You said it yourself Michael isn't a fucking people person and even though you knew that, you fucking made his life a living hell?"

Jake stands up and i can see the anger in his eyes. He walks over to me all to quick and grabs my wrists.

I flinch, actually thinking for a moment that he might hit me. Would Jake hit me? He seems like the most down to earth person ever but I don't know.

"I didn't fucking mean it ok!" He spits.

"And this still hasn't explained why he hates me all of a sudden."

Jake laughs coldly.

"Do you think I'm stupid Hannah? I think you do. Do you think I don't see the way you and Michael act with each other? Behind my fucking back!"

His voice raises a dramatic amount and I'm suddenly wary that my mum is home.

"Well that's it Hannah! No more mr fucking good guy, I'v told Michael to stay away from you and he agreed."

Just like that my anger turns into sadness. The thought of being away from Michael, not being able to talk to him or even look at him makes me want to break down.

But obviously , Michael agreed to stay away from me without hesitation. He doesn't need me. I'm just an annoyance to him.

He broke his promise.

'Hannah I will never let you down, I will be everything you need me to be, I promise.'

The words repeat inside my head, like a million broken records, making my chest ache.

I finally decided to forget about it, to trust him again.

"And Hannah, I need you to agree to that to, if you still want to be with me of course."

My knees buckle and I slide down the wall so that I'm sitting on my floor, completely frozen.

I don't even know if Michael would talk to me again even if I wasn't with Jake.

The same question consumed every fibre of my head, asking me repeatedly

Michael or Jake?