He doesn't know me (Michael Jones x Reader)

From Good to Horribly Wrong

~Your p.o.v.~

Walking home was a nice way to think about things. I don't see why though, nothing much happened, and nothing ever will happen. I had barely met him but it felt like I've known him for years. Well, in a way I have since I watch any video containing him, but that's not the point. The "date" wasn't a huge disaster,but it could've gone better. We should've talked more. Well at least I can text him later. Although I wouldn't be surprised if he never wanted to talk to me ever again. I mean, I didn't talk the entire time, and personally, I don't have the best looks. People were even staring at me when I laughed. It's because my laugh sounds like a dying hyena. I stared at the ground. I'm not really used to staring up to actually see people. But I could see where I was going, I would look up a tiny bit to see where I was walking. Only sometimes do I walk into people. And today had to be one of those days. I ran into some people who seems quite bigger than me. I looked up to see a true nightmare. There were about 5 kids. All muscular boys, in my school, and bullies. They loved making fun of me. That's what they were famous for. Other kids even copied them cause they thought they were cool. So a lot people eventually started bullying me.

"Hey fugly, whatcha doin here? You actually trying to lose all that fat? Good luck, it's not going anywhere." Said the first guy, or usually considered the leader in the group. He laughed as well as his friends. It hurt me of course, but I didn't say anything back. There was no point. They've been doing it for years, I think I've gotten used to it. My only response was me trying to walk around them. Did it work? Of course not. They blocked the whole fricking sidewalk. I just hung my head low and tried walking the other way.

"Woah there girly," retorted the leader again, "you leavin' us? I thought we could have some fun. And not in that sexual way either. That's just disgusting."

To make that comment worse, some of his friends started gagging and one actually puked.

"Yeah I bet it is disgusting, I mean, don't you usually like the dick? I don't think homosexuals like pussy." I commented still looking at the ground, trying to be brave.

All the guys just started chanting that "OOOOHHHHH" noise and shouting and covering their mouths like they have never heard a naughty word before.

"Well (y/n), I think you know how this works," smirked the leader, "you say something rude, you get payback. Times 100."

And that's when he back handed me across the face. Usually people never picked physical fights with me, but, these guys would always do it when they weren't on school grounds. Another guy punched my shoulder, like I was his bro, but actually really hard. I started to tear up, it actually hurt really really bad.

"Awww, what's the matter big baby?" Laughed the leader, "you gonna cry and run home to your mommy? You gonna cut yourself like the piece of shit that you are?"

I started to cry and try to run away. I couldn't go forward, so I had to turn back. Tears were streaming out and flying behind me as I ran. The guys actually chased to me where ever I was going. I didn't know where I was going. For some reason my instincts ran me right back to McDonald's.

~Michael's p.o.v.~

I got up from seat to throw my now empty cup away. As I threw it away I saw someone run right into here and straight to the girls bathroom. Shortly after came 5 guys running after them. I assume it was a chick since they ran into the ladies bathroom. All 5 guys ran to the bathroom door and started knocking.

"Hey (y/n)! Get out of there! You gonna do what you did last time and just sit there all day and cry and cut? Loser, don't you actually have something to do with your life? Haha, oh wait, you don't. Except what you're doing right now."

One of the guys said that, I assumed it was the boss or something of the group, I mean, he was the one in front and knocking and talking the most. I looked around and saw nobody doing anything to stop this. I asked somebody why they weren't doing anything and their response was "don't worry sir, this happens all the time. It'll be fine."

Was that all they could say?! It'll be fine?! A girl was getting bullied and no one was gonna stop it? Fucking idiots. I'll take care of this myself if I have too. I clenched my fists and walked dead straight over to where they were. Without even talking to them or anything, I walked straight into the girls bathroom. Not a smart idea, but I'd rather talk to the girl than these guys.

I must say, I think my face was turning a bit red since I was actually in a girls bathroom. There were no girls in there except the crying lady, but it was still awkward. I just tried to shake it off and find which stall the crying was coming from. I noticed the knocking had gone and the dudes said they'd be back another day. It worried me a bit, but I concentrated on finding the stall. It was the second to last one. It was the only one fully closed and locked, and I saw her shoes at the bottom. They kinda looked familiar but I ignored it and knocked on the door.

"Hello? Miss? Are you ok?" I asked with my ear to the door so I could hear better.

The lady started sniffling and muttered, "n-no. Please, just, go away."

"No. You can come out now though, the dudes are gone."

"R-really?"

"Yes."

I heard some shuffling and the door unlock. The door slowly opened to reveal someone I was not expecting to see.

(Y/n).

"(Y/n)!" I yelled, "what're you doing here? What happened?"

All she did was shake her head 'no' as her head was drooping and tears falling.

"C'mon," I said sympathetically, "I'll drive you home."

I grabbed her wrist and dragged her out. I brought her to my car and gave her some tissues so she could dry off her face. I grabbed my keys and started the ignition. I looked at the keys and there was some red spots on it. Weird. I looked at my hand and noticed there was red stuff on it. Was this, blood?! I looked away from my hand to (y/n)'s wrists.

They were bleeding. Cuts were covering them. Blood was dripping off and onto her lap.

"(Y/n)!" I screamed in shock and pain knowing about this, "what have you done?!"

She looked at me with pain in her eyes and she opened the car door and ran away.

"(Y/n)! Wait! Come back!"

It was too late. I couldn't see her anymore. She must've run home. I ran back to my car and drove as fast as I could to her house. She surprisingly must've been there already, there was blood drips and blood on the door knob.

I knocked on the door, "(y/n)? Can I please come in?"

No response.

My phone vibrated I picked it up and noticed I got a text from her. It read,

'I'm sorry Michael that you had to see me this way. I can understand if you don't wanna see me anymore.'

I sat down on the ground realizing that everything was happening way too fast. I just met her, I was practically in love with her, and now she has shown me the worst side of her, or anyone. I felt horrible and wanted to make things better. But, does she need alone time? I don't wanna leave her alone, I don't want her to cut herself.

I opened the door and looked inside. There she was, wrapping up her cuts in bandage. I ran over and hugged her tight, just whispering sweet nothings into her ear. All she said was that she was better now, and that she was sorry. I said everything was okay and she said I should leave, she wanted to go to bed. I understood and left. I was still worried but I left reluctantly. Everything was going too fast. I just met her and now it seems like I've know her all my life. I just couldn't get over the fact that I knew I loved her.

Sorry if chapter was weird in the middle to end, I was just rushing to get this chapter over with. I'll try to patch things up in chapters later. Anywho, thanks for reading! Hope you like it, love you!