sex, drugs, girls//m.c// {katie}

three

that is, until michael got out of his algebra class.

michael saw the crowd and instantly looked for me. he hated when i got into fights, especially when the person i was facing was bigger than me.

"hey, hey! break it up!" michael bear hugged me from behind and dragged me off of brendon. i squirmed and kicked my feet in attempts to break from his grasp.

"let go of me, michael! let me beat his ass!" michael sighed and kept dragging me down the hall.

once he let go of me from behind, he put his hands on both sides of me against the lockers, and leaned in.
he was pissed.

"what the fuck was that?" he asked annoyedly. "i told you, you can't keep getting into fights! cause you know that it won't end well for you, or the other person. listen to me," he harshly spat as he saw my attention go to brendon, who was holding his face.

"you need to stop." he looked into my eyes with an agitated look.

"fuck off michael." i brushed his grip off me and walked down the hall, fixing the hoodie that was falling off my shoulder.

—time skip—

i walked into my home- or, lack there of- and went into my room. it was littered with cigarette butts, ash trays, posters, empty cig boxes, and it smelt of smoke.

home sweet home.

i was still kind of mad at michael, though i had no reason to be. he basically saved my ass. i called him up and apologized.

he would be over in 2 minutes.

2 minutes later, there was a knock on my door. and sure enough, it was the boy i was proud to call my best friend.

i had changed our of my "school attire" and only had on one of michaels oversized flannels, and a pair of lace panties.

"hey, eyes are up here." i taunted, as the flannel wasn't buttoned, which exposed my bra.

"mhm." michael pulled me in a hug and rested his head on mine. he sighed deeply and i felt him shake his head.

"good god, what am i going to do with you, jaida?" michael sounded sad and disappointed in me. which made me upset. i had already disappointed my family, michael was really all i had left at that point.

"i'm sorry michael." i huffed into his chest. i felt a small kiss on my head, and a tight squeeze around my upper torso.

"wanna go inside?"
"mhm."

—another time skip cause katie can't write fillers—

i was currently laying in michaels lap with tears running down my face. he was so upset about today. the bruise on my cheek was still hurting, and my nose had dry blood under it.

"you can't stay out of trouble, can you?" michael cooed while rubbing my arm protectively. i fell asleep in his arms that night.

the first night i felt as if i mattered.

the first night i fell in love.

rather, the first night i realized it.

i was in love with michael clifford.

:) katie can't write fillers whoops i'm sorry