I Just Want To Survive | Michael X Reader |

21. I got competition

Y/n p.o.v:

Sunday came and went and finally it was Monday again. I was so excited since all I wanted to do was walk to school with Michael. Now that we were a couple it felt weird but fun. We both loved to listen to music. Well I was obsessed with Musicals and he was obsessed with Bob Marley. He stopped smoking and when I asked him about it he just said that he did it for me since he knew I didn't really like the smell. It actually felt nice that he was caring about me, although it kind of helped him since he could've gotten addicted to all of that weed he had been smoking. Nevertheless, it was all going well until after school. We were being lazy and sitting next to a tree just talking then I decided it was a good idea to play around with the sleeve of his hoodie. It wasn't. "Y/n What are you doing?" He asked as he moved his hand away from me. "Relax Michael I'm not doing anything. I was just playing around with the sleeve of your hoodie." I said and stared at the road in front of us not looking at Michael. What did I do? Out of the corner of my eye I saw Michael rubbing his arm. Did I hurt him? I grabbed his hand quickly. "Did I really hurt you that much! I didn't know you had sensitive..."

What I saw wasn't pretty at all. His arm was filled with faint scars you couldn't really see them at first but there was a newer one. It was small but it still hurt to see it. I looked at Michael and he didn't even turn to look at me. He pulled his arm away from me and pulled his hood up. "Why?" I asked faintly not knowing what to do or say. "Because I'm not worth anything. It felt like a miracle when you became my girlfriend." He said and I could see his eyes become glossy. "You're not worth anything. You're worth everything. When, when did you do this?" I asked him grabbing his hands and interlocking them with mine. "The party, at the party I cut myself." He confessed. I felt guilt at that moment if I was there with him I could've stopped all of this. I could have prevented at least one scar. Then it hit me. "Was I the reason you cut yourself?" I felt tears form in my eye. This was all my fault wasn't it. When Michael saw my expression he quickly hugged me. "You are not the reason. It was my decision to cut. It could never be you that would make me do anything bad. In fact you make me happy every day." I felt happy and upset when he said this. I make him happy but I couldn't do anything to help him. A swirl of emotions ran through my head I didn't know how to feel. I looked directly into his eyes and kissed him. "Please stop crying. You're to perfect to cry." I said hugged him once again. I heard him chuckle and we just sat there hugging each other. "Well this is getting awkward come on Jeremy and Christine are probably wondering were we went." I said and I took out my hand to let him grab my arm. Instead he made me fall on top of him and he began planting kisses on my cheek. "Michael seriously I didn't give consent." I jokingly said although I think he took it pretty seriously. "You're right. But I have the upper arm since I still won that bet with the Crystal Pepsi." He said and hugged me. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I wanted to stay like this but I knew we had a life so we both went to the convenient store and met up with Jeremy and Christine. "Yo what took you so long?" Christine asked both of us. "Nothing important just listening to Bob Marley." I blurted out. "You? And Bob Marley?" Jeremy said and began to laugh. "What's so funy? Wanna go Jer?" I said as I playfully punched him. "No thanks I would easily loose if we fought." He said and walked in the store.

"You're shift starts soon Michael better get going." I heard Nancy say right as we walked in. "On it." Michael replied walking to the room that said employees only. I ignored the glares that Nancy gave me and walked around the store looking for [insert favorite food]. Before I could make my way to the aisles. I felt someone grab my arm and push me inside of the fridge room (Idk okay idk what this is called so deal with it I'm very dumb) 

"What did you do to Michael?" Nancy said as she stared at me through her jealous eyes. "Nothing and why do you care?" I said snapping back at her. This room was making me cold. "Oh because I'm his childhood friend that was there for me while you come out of nowhere and decide to claim him as yours. Like what the hell." She snaps back at me. Oh it's so going down. "Hey he decided he liked me and I like him as well so if you have a problem go talk to him. Plus at least I didn't throw myself at him like you so get out of my face Barbie." I was pissed and yeah I could of cursed her out but I wanted her to realize that she wasn't even working hard to get the attention she wanted. "Okay hold up, I don't throw, myself at him okay. It's called tactics if I was throwing myself at him I would have already slept with him when I had the chance." I stared at her in disbelief. "You whore." I mumbled and made my way towards the door before I felt her pull my hair back. "What did you just call me?" She yelled and I screamed in pain. "Stop pulling my hair!" I yelled as I tried to pull her hand away from my hair. I didn't work so I did what I knew best. Pull her hair as well.