\\ she makes dirty words sound pretty • michael clifford //

Chapter 3: Go to hell.

       I grumbled lightly, opening my eyes only for them to be blinded by the sun coming through my bedroom window.

      I practically growled in annoyance, rolling onto my stomach and shoving my face into my pillow. Like he could sense that I had literally just woken up, Nate shoved his head through my bedroom door.

      "Rise and shine, sleepy head! I'm off to work for a few hours, Jasmin is up and at 'em quite early this morning. I made coffee, it's in the pot."

       He rambled happily, and I groaned loudly and lifted my hand to give him the finger. How dare you be so fucking chipper at 9 a.m. Fuck off, please.

       "I swear to god Alaska, you are such a grumpy ass." He laughed before I heard his footsteps retreating and the front door slam.

       "Ugh. Alright, I'm up." I said to the empty room, and pulled myself out of the comfort of my warm bed. I stretched my arms over my head and yawned, before beginning my journey to the kitchen.

     I walked into the kitchen to see a tired looking Jasmin, her ombre hair was a complete mess and she had bags under her eyes. She was starring off into space with a mug of coffee in front of her.

       "Hey babe, rough night?" I joked, walking over to the pantry to get a bowl and pour myself some cereal. She perked up as she noticed my presence, but still gave me a bitchy remark.

        "Of course I had a rough night, ass hat. I threw up twice." I gasped in fake shock, turning around dramatically and putting my hand over my heart. "Oh, you poor thing."

      "Oh, and by the way that guy called asking for you. Nathan was pretty pissed off." She said nonchalantly. I turned back around quickly, ready to interrogate her.

      "Who called for me? Why was Nate mad? He didn't say anything when he came to get me up." I fired off and Jasmin simply shrugged.

      "Michael, dumb ass. Who else? Nathan wanted me to talk to you instead of him, he claimed it wasn't his place to 'tell you what to do' or 'give you relationship advice' or some stupid shit like that that always spews out of Nathan's mouth." She paused and I just urged her to go on.

       "Well, I want you to hear me out before you butt in, because I'm not telling you what to do. But I really do trust Nathan's judgement. It's just...he doesn't think you should see Michael again."

       She finally got out and I suddenly got the urge to go hang out with Michael right now. My original plan was to avoid Michael for the rest of my stay, but something about someone telling me not to do something, really makes me want to do it.

      "No, Alaska. I know that look. Let me finish, he has reasons. They're quite good friends, Nathan and Michael, and Nathan says that he has a horrible track record with relationships, that he's a player and a bit of an ass.

        On top of that...what's a nice way to put this. He says Michael's kind of crazy." She finished and I looked up at her from my bowl of Lucky Charms.

         "Crazy? How? I spent a few hours with him and he didn't seem crazy to me." I defended. Wait, what was I doing? What do I care if my best friend calls some boy I met a day ago a lunatic? It shouldn't bother me.

      "No..No. Not crazy. Like, bipolar." She corrected herself. I nodded my head, suddenly agreeing with her.

      "You're right, Jasmin. You both are just looking out for me. I don't want to develop feelings for anyone, let alone some guy who's gonna break my heart." She smiled at me before replying.

      "Yeah, Nathan said it was weird that he called here, he said he never makes the first move. He must be pretty hot for you." Jasmin joked, winking at me and giggling as I rolled my eyes at her for the millionth time of my life and took another bite of cereal. 

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           Three hours later and Jasmin was trying to get me to go to bother Nate at work and ask him if there would be any reason to see Ashton tonight.

     Ashton is Nate's friend that she was making out with last night. Apparently she doesn't want to seem 'too eager' so she wants it to seem like they merely bumped into each other. Dumb ass.

      I finally gave in and drove Jasmin to the small cafe that Nate worked at. We got out of the car and I lightly shoved her as we were walking in.

     We burst through the door laughing and a few people looked up at the interruption, including Nate who looked less then thrilled as he walked over to us.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" He asked seeming quite annoyed by our presences. I smirked lightly and gasped a bit, seeming surprised.

      "That is NO WAY to talk to a paying costumer, 'random waiter I've never seen before', do you want me to have to speak to your manager?" I asked and he glared at me, before grabbing two menus and directing us to a booth.

      We snickered as we walked behind him and Jasmin bumped me with her elbow and gave me a thumbs up. He sat us in a corner booth and took our order, before giving us two cups that we filled up ourselves.

      I was about to say something to Jasmin when I noticed Michael walk through the doors, looking rather pissed off, and marching right up to Nate as he was taking a table's drink orders.

     He pulled him by the arm away from the group, and they started yelling at each other in hushed tones.

      I tried to hide myself the best I could, I didn't really want Michael to see me. He hasn't done anything wrong yet or anything, but he seems pretty mad and I don't want to be apart of it.

       "Why are Michael and your brother fighting?" I asked in monotone, and Jasmin whipped her head around to stare at the commotion.

       She turned back to me before answering, "Hell if I knew, it looks pretty heated." I nodded my head a bit, agreeing with her while still staring at the boys.

       After a little bit it looked like they were calming down, and Michael put his hand on Nate's shoulder and motioned for him to go back to his customers.

      What the hell just happened? After nothing was happening, I realized I still hadn't gotten my drink and got up to go get it, grabbing my cup and walking over to the soda fountain.

     I felt a presence behind me and knew someone was waiting to use it, so I did my best to go quickly, but when I turned around to leave Michael was standing behind me holding an empty cup and his eyes widened when he saw me.

      "Oh, Hi Michael. How are you?" I asked nicely, smiling up at him. He glared at me a bit before pushing me to the side so I wasn't standing between him and the soda machine. The hell?

       "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked rudely and he glanced from his cup to me. If looks could kill...

      "What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you even talking to me? We're not friends. You're annoying as hell. So. FUCK. OFF." He said through gritted teeth and I suddenly backed down.

        I completely taken aback by his sudden rage. "Go to hell." I said quietly before bumping shoulders with him as I went back to my booth and sat across from Jasmin.

         Her eyes were widened as she must have just seen our argument. "What was that? What did he say?" She asked quickly and I just shook my head at her.

       "Nothing, really. Just set in stone Nate's suspicions earlier." I said in monotone, twirling my straw around my cup. She nodded a bit, not pressing further because she could tell I didn't really want to talk about it.

       It was true, it has made me believe Nate's stories all the more, I don't want to hang out with Michael anyways. Then why was I so sad that he said we weren't friends?