Bleeding Colors |Michael Clifford|

Chapter 2

Michael's P.O.V

"Okay class, today we are starting a group project."

My biology teacher said loud enough for the whole world to hear.

Ugh. Group projects.

He had told us about this project earlier in the year and how much it counted for our grade, but I really didn't care.

We got to pick our partners, but I knew I would just get stuck with the one person that didn't have a good enough friend in the class to pick them.

Everyone cleared out to work on their project and there she sat. All by herself. Amy West. The hottest girl in school.

I slowly grabbed all my things and sat down in the chair next to hers and started drawing. I don't know but for some reason I have been drawing really creepy things lately and right now I'm drawing a teddy bear with a knife through its heart. I normally just draw guitars or something though.

"Well, I guess we are partners." she spoke up.

I looked up from my drawing just long enough to nod my head and looked back down. By now I wasn't concentrating on my drawing, but trying not to blush from her saying more than one word to me.

"Your Mitchell, right?"

"Michael." I said. It came out kinda rude though and I didn't mean for it to. I think it made me mad that she didn't know my name but I have almost every class with her.

"I'm.." she started talking again.

"I know who you are. Doesn't everybody?"

Everybody knows who she is. Everybody. She's the most popular person in the whole junior class, of course I know who she

"Sorry, I'm not trying to be annoying, I just don't know anything about you."

Why does she think she's annoying? I'm just being a dick. And I don't know why.

"It's better that way."

What the hell am I doing? Why am I not being nice?

I ignored her a little longer but the only reason I was ignoring her was so I didn't stare.

"You are a really good artist."

Amy freaking West just complimented me on my artistic skills. I'm gonna faint.

"Thanks." I replied trying not to sound too excited or surprised.

The final bell rang and I started packing my stuff. Amy already had her backpack on so she was quick to get up and leave.

I picked up my book and went to walk but it got caught on the edge of the desk and fell to the floor, spilling all the papers out on the floor.

I whispered a few cuss words under my breath and began picking all the papers up. I saw Amy looking at me from the door and to my surprised she turned around to help me.

She was only able to get a few papers because I had gotten most of them but it was a little helpful.

I nodded at her because I was afraid if I talked my voice would crack from being nervous.

"You know you can smile, right? I'm not gonna judge." Amy said smiling at me.

I finally let the smile I had been holding back out as we walked out of the room. I turned in the opposite direction I usually do so I wasn't walking with her all the way across the school.

"See ya tomorrow!" Amy croaked as I turned away.

I waved at her and started walking in the other direction. After I walked for a little bit I turned around and watched her as she turned the corner of the hallway.

I made my way around the school taking the long way to avoid Amy at all costs.

I finally made it to the student parking lot and to my silver Grand Prix unlocking the passenger door. I tossed my books into the seat and went around to the driver side.

My drive home was about 5 minutes. I plugged my phone into my radio and played my favorite song, Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana.

Before I knew it I had pulled up to the huge house, my house.

I parked in the garage and walked into the house. My mom was standing in the kitchen making supper

"Mmmm. My favorite." I said as I opened the fridge to get a Mountain Dew.

"Well, I hadn't made pizza in a while and I know you love it so much." my mom replied turning around and giving me a hug.

"How was school?" she asked sprinkling toppings on top of the pizza.

"Alright. We are starting that big project in bio. And we have partners."

"Well who is your partner."

I had told my mom about Amy all the time so she knew I had a crush on her. I had to tell her eventually that she ended up being my partner.

"Uhh, Amy." I whispered barely audible.

"Oh my gosh! That's great honey! Now you can finally get to know her instead of being creepy." she laughed.

"Yeah."

I stood up and walked out of the kitchen to go take a shower. Making my way to my room, first I sat my books on my bed and plugged my phone into the charger. I walked over to my closet and grabbed one of my many Sex Pistols t-shirts and my baggy, black sweatpants.

I walked over to my attached bathroom and turned the water on. I stripped my clothes off and got in the shower letting the steaming water run down my body.

I always did my thinking in the shower and 9 out of 10 times I was thinking about Amy and that was definately what I was thinking about now.

My mom called from my bedroom door that supper was ready and I quickly rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and turned the water off.

I dryed my body quickly and put my clothes on. After turning off the bathroom light I jogged down stairs to eat supper. I was starving.

I scarfed down half the pizza and left the rest for my mom.

I kissed my mom lightly on the forehead and said good night. I made my way back up the stairs and laid down on my bed. My room was actually quite big, but the walls were plastered with band posters. You couldn't tell but the actual wall color was a light blue.

I stared at the ceiling where one of my May Day posters hung and drifted off to sleep thinking of one thing, and one thing only.

Amy.