Anxiety☹m.c

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It was the next day, in history class. And I need help. I can't read the page that he handed out to us. But I don't think he cares about my proplem, he doesn't really think about his students anyway. Calum looked at me, I could see him with the corner of my eye. He lightly tapped me on the shoulder.

"Do you need help?" He whispered and I nodded.

"Ya, I do."

Michael looked at him from the seat he was in. Calum nodded.

"Can Michael help you? I dunno, he just wants to."

"Ya sure."

Even though Michael didn't talk to me, he wanted to help me? How does that make sense. But I turned to him anyway and saw his eyes light up like I gave him a million dollars. I wonder what his voice sounds like.

"What do you need help with?" The teacher inturrupted him.

Michael looked up at the teacher solemnly. I felt bad for Michael. He couldn't help me now.

"N-nothing nevermind." I muttered, turning back to the page like I understand it.

Maybe thats why Michael never talks,

He never gets his chance.

I sighed, trying to read the paper. There was a knock on the door and I looked up. It was a middle aged lady, she looked a tiny bit like Michael, wait. It propably was his mom. Well no duh.

"I need Michael," she spoke and the teacher nodded.

Michael's eyes lit up as he stood up, walking up to his mom. She looked mad at him so he frowned as they walked out of sight.

"What was that for?" I asked Calum who looked at me.

"Michael has to take his pills, its for something he might not was me to tell you, sorry, I would just he might not like it." Calum explained.

"I understand." I replied, nodding.

I looked at the door and Michael came back in, I slight smirk on his lips. Mood change, was that part of the medicine? I wanted to ask more questions to Calum, but I was afraid he might break down, trust me, I have met people like that before. But I can't talk about this here.

Michael sat down again, picking up his pencil. I looked over his shoulder a little bit, he was drawing something. It looked like a girl. He slowly turned to face me damn it, i'm caught. I flinched but he just wrote down something beside the picture.

You can watch me draw, if you want.

He smiled, wich made me smile back. I nodded my head. He started drswing again but I recognized the face.

It was me.

But a much prettier me if that makes sense.

I wonder why he was drawing me, but it was wonderful. It had the correct shadings and the eyes, wow. It looked real. But it was a little bit scary that he knew my face like that.

"I want to say I am sorry, for what happened on the bus."I whispered, he lightly nodded, his toungue gliding over his lips. Licking his lips must be a habit that he had, he did it alot.

He didn't answer. But that was okay, I guess.

"Thats okay," He spoke. His voice was wonderful and calming, but deep.

"AHHH! IT SPEAKS!" Chelsea pretended to be scared as she jumped up from her seat and covered her mouth.

He never talked in about a week, just get over yourself. Most people started laughing.