Funky Punk {mgc au}

{1} I'm sorry

Dakota

We flew in two nights ago and our little three bedroom cottage is adorable. Mom and I have been cleaning up and unpacking everything and figuring out where it should go.

"Dakota, you start school tomorrow" she smiles at me and I sigh

"Yay" I say with no emotion

"Everything is different now. I l know this change will be a little difficult at first, but remember our new beginning." My mom rubs my back and I give her a smile.

...

I walk into my school after Mom drops me off. Greybull High School. The hallway is packed and there are so many different cliques I can already pick out. You know your usual jocks, nerds, emo, preppy, etc. I don't fit into any of them really. I've always been pretty introverted and I didn't really have any friends back in New York, but that's because I was too scared of anyone finding out about my home life...but since my father is out of the picture my mom said I should try making some friends. But, with who?

I go to the main office and get my schedule and my locker number "I hope you have a wonderful first day Miss Adams!" the office lady tells me and I smile

I make my way down the hallway with books in my arms along with my schedule and locker information. I keep brushing up against other students because of the limited amount of space in the halls and as I walk I accidentally run into someone and my books fall to the ground

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry..." I mumble nervously and we both duck down to get the books, bumping heads

"Ow" he mutters and I look to see who I ran into and I'm face to face with the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.

His hair is blue, his eyes are green galaxies, and his pale skin is scattered with ink all over his arms. He wears a Zeppelin shirt paired with some ripped black skinny jeans. A slight hint of cigarettes and cologne cloud over him.

"I-I'm sorry" I stutter and he laughs

"You already said that babe" he says looking at me and I catch his thick Australian accent. He picks up my books "here"

I take my books and bite my lip

"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around here before" We both get up from the ground

"Um, yeah, it's my first day, sorry for running into you and thanks for picking up my things" my cheeks feel hot

"Stop saying sorry, it's really no problem...?"

"Uh Dakota" I mumble

"That's a cool name, I'm Michael" he flashes me a smile

I return one back "I like your little punk style thing you've got going" I mumble "it's funky" I say quietly

"It's what?" He furrows his eyebrows "funky?"

I bite my lip "you're a funky punk"

He laughs "That's clever, I'd like whatever the fuck you're on to be able to come up with that"

I giggle and get a boost of confidence "Well then I guess you'll have to give me your number"

He looks at me and grins "Smooth"

Michael

It's the third week of school and I already wanna die, the only reason I'm here is because Luke told me if he's forced to come then I have to come and suffer with him.

I've skipped a number of days already and on a good day Luke will leave during lunch with me.

"Hey dude I think I'm gonna skip out during lunch again today, need to get more cigs" I tell Luke and he nods

"Whatever, I think I'm gonna stay behind, I have a fucking test in geometry" he mumbles

I laugh "have fun with that, see you" I start making my way to class and someone runs into me "what the fuck" I mumble to myself and then I take a look at my offender.

A short girl with curly brown hair and blue eyes, she has a darker complexion than me, just a few shades tanner, she's wearing a Fall Out Boy shirt with whitewashed jeans, and a red flannel around her waist. She's hot.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry" she mutters out nervously and I bend down to grab her books and our heads collide

"Ow" I rub my head and she quickly gets up "I-I'm so sorry" she stutters.  Aw, she's scared I'm gonna yell at her or something.

I laugh at her awkwardness " You already said that babe" I hand her the books

I ask if she's new and find out today is actually her first day, her name is Dakota, which is so fucking unique of a name

"I like your little punk style thing you've got going" she mumbles and I smile "it's funky"

Wait what the fuck? I laugh in confusion
"It's what? Funky?"

I watch as she bites her lip, fuck, that's hot. "You're a funky punk" she states and I laugh more

She's so awkward, it's adorable "That's clever, I'd like whatever the fuck you're on to come up with that" she giggles at my comment

She fucking giggles, oh my god "well then I guess you're gonna have to give me your number" she says confidently and I'm at first taken aback

Okay Dakota, I thought you were a shy girl, I like this. "Smooth" I grin and then she hands me her phone and I punch my number in and hand it back to her

"Thank you" she mumbles quietly and her cheeks are a light shade of pink and she's back to being shy. Okay, so she's not totally shy, good.

"What's your first class love?" I ask her and she hands me her schedule and I smirk

"We have almost all the same classes" I laugh

"Really?!" She says excitedly and then her she bites her lip and her cheeks burn with the sudden excitement

"Yeah, we're in English first, I can walk with you" I smile and she nods