I woke up much hotter than I felt when I was falling asleep. It took me a few seconds to work out why I was in an unfamiliar room that smelt of a forest. The day before came rushing back to me, already sending me into a state of anger.
That state of anger only increased when I tried to move but found Michael holding me too him. In his boxers. Doing exactly what I told him not to do.
Growling, I shoved him off the bed.
“What the fuck?” I heard him mumble from the floor.
“I told you to stay out of my bed!”
“That wasn’t what you were saying before!” He was on his knees now, peering over the side of the bed and smirking. My hands ached to run through his messy hair so bad that I had to cross my arms to make sure I didn’t make the mistake of touching him. He took my position as a demand for an explanation and sighed.
“Look, I’m sorry but you were shaking and crying and it’s the only thing I could think of doing.”
I didn’t even remember having a dream and doubted that what he was saying was the truth. He sighed and run his hand through his hair, the exact thing I wanted to do. I didn’t let myself sit there any longer and got up to change instead, making sure I didn’t make a fool out of myself.
As I pulled on my jeans and a new long sleeved top, I thought of how I was going to get back or explain to Nathan why we got lost in the first place. I honestly had no idea how we were going to find our way back if Michael didn’t co-operate so I needed to get in contact with the others.
Walking out of the little bathroom, I noticed Michael was back on the bed and still not dressed. I scrunched my face up and went to our bags – searching for the walkie talkie.
“You looking for something, babe?” I turned, thinking he probably had the walkie talkie out and smirking, knowing I wasn’t going to get it off of him. I was half surprised though as his hands were still behind his head, no device in sight.
“Where is it, Clifford?”
“I wanted to spend some quality time with you.” I thought back to last night where I heard multiple bangs before I passed out in the bed.
“You fucking hid them, didn’t you?”
“I think you look hot when you’re angry, babe” He was smirked and I could feel pure, red rage filling me from head to toe.
“I think you’re look fucking dumb all the time! Why the fuck would you do that? We’re lost Michael!” I didn’t want to look at him anymore and instead started to search the cabin.
“Time alone with you is a better birthday present than this.”
“Maybe you should have thought of that before you fucked your blonde version of Emily Didonanto!” He shrugged but I knew that he knew who she was and probably agreed.
“She was a good lay…”
I wasn’t sure why but him calling her a good lay and me a shit fuck annoyed me. He said it so easily and it was hurtful – no matter how much I hated him right now.
“You’re a dick, you know that?”
“Oh and you’re a fucking angel, Natalie? Think about what you did to me! You’ve embarrassed me, you’ve taken all my money, and you’ve screwed up everything! I can’t focus on things anymore because you’re always right there, at the forefront of my mind. I don’t even have a choice about thinking of you because I can’t fucking stop. You lead me on, pretending to be nice whenever you needed me and I’d be a nice little pathetic twat trying to make you feel better. As soon as you were, you’d fucking hate me again! So I’m sorry if I’m a dick!”
I couldn’t help it, I burst out laughing. He looked infuriated by my reply. “I hate everything about you so don’t apologise.” He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something else but nothing came out. His teeth snapped together as he shut his mouth and I turned around to carry on looking for the walkie talkie and probably the map too.
After five minutes of silence, he spoke up again. “I hope you choke and die! Search your cell for something with which to hang yourself!”
I recognised Brand New’s ‘Seventy times 7’ and growled. I couldn’t deal with his singing anymore. I had never been as annoyed by someone as I was these past two days and I was ready to get something to hang Michael.
“What the fuck is your problem Clifford? Why are you trying to irritate me as much as humanly possible? I have never met someone so infuriat –“
“Sorry, couldn’t help it.” I could tell he was smirking again, he seemed to always be smirking.
“Yeah, sure,” I rolled my eyes, ready to tell him how much I loathed him but I was stopped.
For some unknown reason, that small reply made him snap like I never imagined. “You’re such an uptight asshole!” He yelled, literally yelled. His voice filled the room and my mouth hung open in shock. Even when he was calling me out on everything I did he didn’t yell at me.
“You’re the one that approached me in that fucking bar with that damned cigarette hanging out of your mouth!”
“I regret ever looking at you!” He was up on his feet now and taking steps towards me with every angry word he spat out.
Each time he spoke, I got angrier and that anger propelled me forwards – right in front of him. “There is nothing a fuckwad like you can say to make me feel bad about myself. I’m not some insecure little girl that needs you to feel good about herself!”
“Shut up, Natalie.”
“Fucking make me, I’m not finished yet Clif -”His hands were on the small of my back in an instant, his lips pressing against mine. I stumbled slightly in shock but he held my body right against him. I didn’t kiss him back, I didn’t want to give in to the heat I felt building inside of me. He kept trying to coax me into kissing him back, his grip squeezing me slightly, biting onto my lip but none of them worked.
He pulled away slightly, enough to speak against my lips. “Fucking kiss me.” His voice was rough and deep, crushing any willpower I was holding onto.
My hands gripped onto his bare shoulders as I kissed him eagerly, refusing to let him have control. Small groans rose from his chest that turned my anger into something completely different.
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so bc this is coming to an end i'm starting a new story meaning, apart from this i have three ongoing:
ding dong dead
nepenthe
and my new one the trash tapes
feel free to check them out c:
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that damned cigarette ↪ m.c
Fanfiction"This isn't a stupid chick flick movie, Clifford!" "Who said I wanted that?" Once upon a time, there was a boy and girl. She was beautiful and he was handsome. He saved her and she made him realise his wrongs. But what if there wasn't a happy e...
