Badboy // M.C.

Chapter 3

Songs:

- Rejects by 5SOS

- Pompeii by Bastille

- Another World by One Direction

- Gonna Get Caught by Demi Lovato

Michael has seemed to be getting more comfortable around my friends. Ashton and Michael still haven't really talked since what happened.

"Anna!" Michael caught up to me in the hall after our last class.

I turned around and faced him. "Hi."

"Can we hang out? My parents, or parent, won't be home and I have no interest in watching Netflix in the dark all night."

"Uh... sure. I think my parents will be at work until like 5:30 or 6 so it should be fine. But I'm going to warn you, we will probably just be watching Netflix all night," I tease.

He smiles and follows me to my locker.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask. "I have asked before, but I didn't really get the answer I wanted."

"Go ahead," he nods.

"Why were you so... interested in me this year? Why me? There are plenty of girls who stalk you craving for attention, but you choose to be friends with me."

"You just seemed different. Misunderstood almost. Every other girl in our grade wants to be prom queen and date the quarterback. You seem to actually worry about real things and you're just... different," he answers.

"Okay, but you've never really talked to me before. For all you know, I could've been secretly obsessed with sleeping with the players on the football team."

"That's why I was watching you before I approached you," he smirks.

I grab my backpack and close my locker. We walk out to the parking lot in a comfortable silence. I see my car sitting there, but stop and turn towards Michael.

"Can you do me a favor?" I ask.

"It depends."

"Can I drive your car? I really like it, but then I will need a ride to school in the morning."

"Sure," he laughs. "You can drive it. I assume that means you'll be needing a ride from me?" he responds even though I already said that. Maybe he figured I was talking about Alice or Luke.

"Yeah?" I question not entirely sure how to respond.

"You really don't understand how to flirt," he laughs and hands me the keys. FLIRT? What is his problem? I will not flirt with him. We may have acquired a new friendship, but I will never be interested in him romantically.

My house isn't far, so I take advantage of his fast sports car and keep my foot on the gas pedal.

"Calm down! We are going to get into an accident," he smiles.

"I've got this."

I pull into my driveway and toss him his keys.

"Thanks," I say.

"I'm just happy I didn't fucking die."

We walk inside and I put my backpack on the couch.

"When am I going to get to hear you play guitar? Maybe I'll even get to here you sing?" I wonder aloud.

"Never. I don't do that stuff. I don't play for people. They can go fuck themselves if anybody thinks they will ever hear me play."

I roll my eyes and go to the kitchen to get a bag of Doritos. Michael follows closely behind and sits on a stool by the counter.