Risk ☣ m.c

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I let out a sigh as she walked past. Her blonde hair up in a messy bun, her blue eyes standing out from her pale skin. If only we still talked. I was awoken from my daydream, by a fist to my upper arm. I rubbed the sore spot then looked across at Matt who was shaking his head.

"What the fuck dude?" I cursed, still rubbing my arm.

"You are really hung up on Erin, aren't you?" He chuckled looking from me to the angel like girl. I bit my lip already loosing myself in the thought of her. "And you've just answered my question."

"I can't help it." I sighed looking at the girl who was now hugging her boyfriend, Marcus. Marcus made me sick, he didn't look at Erin like a boyfriend should. He looked at her as if she was just another toy to him. "She's perfect."

"She's Marcus', why don't you try Irene." He replied placing his books into his locker. I scrunched my nose up at the thought of Irene. "What, she's hot?"

"Don't get me wrong she is hot, but she has been with that many boys in the past week that if I am even in a ten meter range of her there is a 70% chance I'd catch Chlamydia." Matt muffled a laugh at my reference to one of the best looking girls in school.

"Michael according to you nearly every girl in this school has Chlamydia." He laughed closing his locker and facing me.

"It's not my fault this school is full of sluts." I shrugged, receiving dirt looks from the five girls standing right next to us. One of the girls Macey stepped forward and pushed me against the lockers.

"Just because I hook up with boys, more times than you will ever wipe your arse, doesn't make me a slut." She hissed narrowing her eyes and puffing out her chest, which clearly was held by an oversized pump up bra.

"Oh stop it, we can all see your wearing nothing under those freakishly short skirts." I growled at her, causing her and her little group to hurry off down the hallway.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Matt questioned sending me a confused look.

"Sluts, that's my problem." I answered adjusting my bag strap. "She even admitted to having hooked up with more guys than the amount of times I've wiped my arse." I admitted raising my hands. Matt laughed placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I remember that week you had diarrhea, god. You would of had to of wiped like a thousand times." He laughed leading me out the front of the school corridor.

"Exactly, so your catching my drift about her being a slut." I smirked as we made out way to the bus stop.

"Hey, I never said she wasn't." He defended. I raised my eyebrow and looked at him.

"You were getting up me for calling her a slut though." I replied leaning against the bus shelter.

"Well you're not exactly supposed to say it too her face." He answered sitting on the bench.

"Whoops." I shrugged not really caring.

Sooner than later the bus arrived, both Matt and I catching a ride. Matts house was only a twenty minute drive until mine, mine nearly took mean hour to get home. I had now got off the bus and was walking down my street kicking rocks at my feet. I looked up at the two apartments joined together, one of which was mine, the other belonging to no other than Erin Browns family. I still remember that day when she arrived six years ago, we were thirteen and her first words to me were asking about what footy team I supported. I still remember the bruise she gave me on my arm when I told her the Sydney Swan. That was kind of where our friendship started. We were both really close, like super close. So was our families. Until one night when we were sixteen and I admitted I loved her.

***flashback***

"Don't you wish that someday you could just run away? Forget about the life you have now and start a new." Erin sighed looking up at the stars in the beautiful night sky. I nodded my head; agreeing to every word that left her mouth. Our friendship was weird, she seemed to do all the talking and I? Well I just kept her talking, she didn't seem to mind at all. But I had my times where I went all confident and you just couldn't seem to shut me up.

"I only dream of it all the time." I replied, my hand slightly brushing against hers. "Maybe, just a thought, but we could run away together. Be whoever we want to be." A small smile spread onto her lips showing her dimples. At the same time our hands slowly entwined with each other.

"You couldn't handle my craziness." She smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. It felt nice to have her small delicate hands in my massive ones. It was like I was protecting her from the danger that had yet to come.

"I'm willing to try."

"You'd do that?" She asked. I nodded my head looking her in the eyes, tilting my head to the side. We were both laying out in my backyard, watching the stars. "Why?"

"Well-"I knew this was the moment. Chick flicks don't fail me now. "-I-I love you, Erin." Her smiled fell as she looked me in the eyes more deeply. She slowly began to shake her head.

"No you don't Michael." She said sternly standing up. She looked at me one last time, her eyes filled with pain.

"But I do." I replied quite confused.

"Goodbye Michael." She whispered as we walked out of the gate to my yard. I just sat there in disbelief, thinking 'what had just happened?'.

***end of flashback***

My thoughts was interrupted by a famine voice, "Mike, we need to talk." I looked you to see Erin at my doorstep, I looked around like the idiot I am making sure there was no other Mikes that she could possibly be looking for. I walked up to her and gave her a sad smile and a small nod acknowledging for her to continue.

"Look I'm sorry."