homewrecker || michael clifford slow updates

heavy

as soon as stella entered the school she was already being watched with filth.

she wondered why, because of her dirty shoes, pale skin, ginger hair? those were unnecessary reasons.

she heard them saying 'she looks sick as hell', 'she is so different comparing to the past years' or 'since when is she poor'.

since she's freaking miserable.

she's not poor, she just doesn't really have the courage to go in public and do stuff.

as long as she walks the hallway to go to her locker she sees new faces and old faces, ugly faces and pretty faces.

michael entered the school with calum, they were both talking about bella, because michael wont shut up about her death and how much he felt guilty about it.

"it was awful the truck just got into the car, i don't know how, just," he screamed and punched the first locker he saw making everyone staring at him, "what do you want? don't you have something better to do?"

"better than kill my girlfriend? i don't think so!" a boy shouted.

michael ran down the hallway and run into the first open door, the chemistry room more properly, and he saw a pale girl, she looked sick, like a freak, he could tell that, he thought that it would be better if he just went to the wc, but it wouldn't be okay, there could be other people.

"hey, can i stay here with you?" he asked the girl, she gave hom a thumbs up, she kinda reminded him of bella, just the hair, because she had a milkmaid braid, and bella did that sometimes, and they were both ginger.

he was about to cry, he didn't want to cry, but he cried, silently.

five minutes later michael finally, stopped, and made his way out.

(okay so i cant work with the new wattpad update for iphone and i already updated this chapter a few times and i didnt knew that? fuck, thanks for all the votes and readings, i'm so happy, i promise to update more often, love u sexys)