Micky's POV
I noticed Timm, staring at me funny.
"What's wrong? Do I have something on my face?"
"Uh...Wha?"
"You've been staring at me for a while now."
"Oh really?"
"I haven't even noticed. Sorry."
"What have you been thinking about?"
"N-nothing."
"You're stuttering.That just proves that you're nervous. Tell me."
"No. Fucking way."
"You're cursing."
"Sorry."
"Something's bothering you."
"I don't want to talk about it."
What's pissing him off?
"Oh...alright." I didn't mind not hiding the hurt in my voice. I always hated pissing him off. A little after that, Timm stormed off and Justin and I were left there in the hallway.
"What's going on?"
"I honestly don't know."
"Where were you yesterday?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Timm was interrogating me, asking if we were doing something."
"Oh yah. I was out."
"It was pretty smart though. You saved me back there. Thanks for catching up."
"You're welcome. Ice cream. Haha. What's for the next emergency?"
"Let's say I was at your house, helping you study."
"Alright. Now then, tell me what's going on."
"Eh."
"Come on. Tell me."
"I'll tell you later alright?"
"Okay."
"I'll walk home with you and we'll talk at yours."
"Fine. I'll be waiting at the gate"
"Sure."
The bell rang, signaling five minutes left before first period.
"I better go now."
"Yah. Bye."
"Bye."
We parted ways and I headed to my first class. The teacher was extremely boring, I started doodling on my notebook and things got a little awkward between Timm and I. As usual, he was at my left and I would take a few glances at him but he was just focused on his notebook. He was righting something or drawing something. I didn't get to see because all I was able to see was his pen moving around on his notebook. His arm was covering whatever he was doing on it and I didn't understand why. I decided not to bother any more than I already did and focused on my notebook.
I was bored the whole day and now, it was finally dismissal. I looked around for my grumpy apartment mate but he's already gone. I sent a text him and headed to the gates.
Hey, Timm. I'll just be at Justin's if you need me. I'm just gonna talk to him for a while. I'll probably be home at about seven or something. Bye.
I was at the gate and I spotted the tall, muscular boy.
"Hey, wanna go?"
"Yep."
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My Stupid Little Life
Teen FictionThis is the story of a girl named Mickaella Jennes. Her mom is dead, her dad abuses her and her one and only best friend has become a jerk. She has two wonderful older siblings but other than that, her good grades and average looks, her life is horr...
