My Stupid Little Life

Chapter 22 : Trisha and friends.

Micky's POV

"Mind explaining in detail?"

"I asked him about why he was pissed and then he told me that it was because I lied to him and that he was worried about me. He asked me why I told you and not him then I got mad at him for overreacting then he..."

"Punched you."

"Yah but me being me, I hit him back and soon after, he was sitting on the floor, back against the wall and I just walked back to my room."

"You didn't want him to see you cry, did you?"

"I don't like feeling weak and vulnerable. Let alone when other people are there, especially the one who caused it." I didn't even bother to ask about how he knew or if other people were going to notice.

"What are you gonna do now?"

"I seriously don't fucking know about what to do now. It's actually the first time Timm and I ever fought plus it was a fist fight, not an argument."

"Yikes. You're even going to have to see him everyday."

"You sound as if you hate the guy now."

"Well if I were in that situation, I don't know what I'd do."

"True."

"You want me to talk to him for you?"

"No. It was my fault. I should do it."

"What about the other fight? Are you even going?"

"I don't know. I guess I'll just have to do it. I already said yes."

"How?"

"I have another mobile. She doesn't have my number for that one."

"Won't he be pissed?"

"The ass is already pissed at my fighting habits."

"Stop calling him an ass. You're just mad."

"You're probably right but I just can't help it. Saying him name makes me furious."

"Jesus Christ, Micky. You're that mad? I have never seen this side of you."

"Too bad. I just hide it all the time."

"I bet Timm's the only one who can though."

"You're right. He's the only one who knows who I really am. Honestly, I never knew that I'd get this close to you. To be so open with you, I would have laughed at whoever would have suggested it."

"Oh wow. Real mature."

"That's why you love me."

"No. That's why I want to keep you in my house and place you in a dog cage."

"Creepy weirdo."

"I know. That's why you love me."

"That's cuz you're interesting."

We reached the damn prison called school. Yes, I cursed in my mind only for school. I'm pissed alright. We went to the first class, drama. The moment the bell rang, I sat down. I was sitting next to the ass but we didn't talk or even say single word for that matter. We were both ignoring each but every now and then, I would sneak a glance at him and I could feel his glances at me as well. Sometimes, we would catch each other glancing at the other but we would just look away. I stared at him a little bit after that. His eyes were red and blood shot. He was sniffing a bit and his clothes weren't the normal clothes you see him wearing. Unlike me, he wasn't that good at holding in his feelings because he didn't have to fucking go through fucking life scarring events. He looked like shit. I didn't understand why. After all, he was the one who made the first swing. He was the one who said that he had the right to hit me. He was the one making me cry.