Stupid Love →

Chapter two

"How was school?" he asked me from across the kitchen.

"It was chill." I told him helping him take out dinner.

"So what? Nothing interesting."

"Just the usual- well except I met this guy. He's new and we became friends, crazy."

"Just friends?" he joked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yes ole man just friends." I playfully glared at my stepfather-grabbing my plate from his hands. I walked out going into the dining room to sit with the rest of my family.

Meet Michael or ole man as I call him, my stepdad.

Long story short- after my dad left us 3 years ago and left my mom broken. I grew to hate him because to me he didn't care and if you don't care then I won't either. So I let go of that grudge of hating because to me I was wasting my time and why should I waste my precious time on someone who doesn't give a sh8t about me. Sooo I build a new life for myself without him and I'm happy my mom did to. My brother up to this very day hates his guts and as I said I'm so happy Michael came into our lives because before he did my brother was in some messed up sh8t and I knew it was just a distraction for him. I knew how much he just wanted that father figure in his life. So I'm happy my mother found an amazing guy to make her happy andd to make my family whole again.

"Thank you hunny." my mom smiled- kissing Michael on the cheek and taking the plate from his hand. "And thank you sweetheart." She smiled across at me.

She wasn't feeling well and so Michael offered to cook and take out dinner. Of course mom didn't go down without at least doing something so he allowed her to help make the bake chicken.

I smiled at the two for a moment taking my fork and digging into my dinner. My brother soon joined us taking a seat opposite mine but not before ruffling my hair like a dog and laughing. I shot a glare at the fool from across the table, flipping him off when my parents won't looking.

The rest of the night we continued with our food having light conversation and then we decided to watch a movie together.

I took my seat on the single couch with my blanket draped around my shoulders. My brother was on the love seat lying comfortably with his pillow and my mom and Michael were on the long couch.

I relaxed my body further- waiting for the movie to start.

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''Morning Mikayla." A british accent called from behind me as I took the textbooks and closed my locker smiling at him.

"Morning Zayn. What's good." I spoke tugging at my sweater as I looked over Zayn's dress code today. It was casual but he looked different. I also noticed he didn't have on the glasses.

Maybe it was that.

"Where's your glasses?"

"At home. I don't wear them really, it was just for style yesterday." he spoke in his thick accent.

I just love myself a Brit accent dayum.

I nodded and studied him again. He did look different without them. Yesterday he looked cute and a little nerdy but today he looked hot and bad.

Especially with that black leather.

"Do you have a bike." I asked out of the blue.

One of his eyebrows arched in confusion and I almost laughed but bit the inside of my cheek.

He starred at me a bit longer before slowly mumbling a no. ''Why did you ask though?"

"Nah no rea-"

I began but got interrupted by the loud chime of the bell.

''Leggo."

After home room, Zayn and I part ways and I went to my History class while he went to Art. He told me how much he enjoyed drawing and painting and that one day he wants to buy a house just to decorate every wall. I laughed at the idea.

I entered the class and it was only half full. I took my seat at the back of the class next to Nick.

Nick was about my height and a little stubby. He cracked jokes during History and made it a whole less boring. Don't get me wrong I love History but at times you're ... well me. Sometimes I'm not always in the mood to hear about how the past affects my future and the different revolutions. Serious.

I greeted Nick and he sent a friendly smile my way.

Baby won't you come my wayyy. I started to sing in my head.
Ha.

"What's cooking good looking?" he smirked wiggling his eyebrows and puckering his lips- I watched in horror and laughed. A few of the students turn to look at me causing me to blush slightly. Yes my laugh was one of those weird, loud and hysterical ones. But I didn't care.

"Please don't" I said covering my face, his laugh joining mine. I'm sure some students were probably turning back and glaring.

"Ok I stopped. But fo real now. What's up."

I removed my hands from my face to see Nick was starring at me now his face back to normal.

"Nothing much. How about you." I said lazily swinging my head in his direction.

"Whalee glad you asked darling. I got myself a date with d beautiful Bridget." he said smiling ear to ear and pumping one of his fist for emphasis.

I grinned clasping my hands together and placing them under my chin.

"Aw nicky. It's about time." I said in a weird voice - it was as though I was talking to a toddler.

"I know right. It happened when she was heading to football practice. I finally got the guts to go up to her." he smiled, probably reminiscing.

"Lemme guess you almost shat your pants." I joked taking out my history book and placing it on my desk

"To be honest, i felt like i was about to."

Mr.Garvin walked in dropping his books on the desk- causing a loud bang as well as groans and eye rolls from his students. Every time we had him he would do that and watch us with a scowl on his face. He didn't like us and the feeling was mutual anyway. His communication skills were terrible I tell ya.

"Be quiet and turn to page 65."

I was silently praying for a free period and mentally stabbing Garvin in the neck. The man ticked me off bad.

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yooo if you see the name 'ryan' anywhere just read it as zayn or tell me because I decided to just use his name instead ur know. 📢

~Mia 🍇