Chapter Fifteen

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*Michael's P.O.V.*

I was alone, for real this time. Pete and Heneretta are off doing conformists things like picking couple outfits for worshiping Cthulhu, Firkle was somewhere with his boyfriend, probably dancing to some gay ass music. It was just me know. It was just me at the back of the school. No one else seemed to want to hang around there anymore. Probably in class with the rest of their conformists friends. It was only me. I was the only one who could see the truth. The only one who could stick to their morals.

"Michael?" a voice behind me asked.

I turned to see Pete, smoking a cigarette. 

"Oh, what do you want?" I grumbled, turning back to the original direction I was facing.

"I wanted to talk to you," he said.

I continues to ignore him.

He let out a sigh, "You're in love with (Y/N), and it's okay."

"I am NOT in love with that girl," I spat.

"Mike, why can't we live in constant misery with someone we love? Why is that so against Goth code?" Pete questioned, irritation lingered in his voice.

"Because love isn't real," I snarled.

"Look, I don't care what your dad did to your mom-"

"Pete, you don't get to talk about it. My dad is just the stereotypical asshole of the world that tells women that he loves them so he can sleep with them and crush them. You know why they get crushed so easily? Because that's what conformists do. They fall for this ridiculous idea that love is real," I interrupted. 

"Then don't be your dad. Don't play the game. Live it. Stop sitting here making excuses to avoid your parents mistakes and be that person that would've never let that situation happen. I get it. We are supposed to be dark and dreary all the time, but I can't. I love Heneretta like you love that girl. And, you are going to spend the rest of highschool dating jock assholes like Kyle because you refuse to save her from that. You refuse to be the one factor that can stop it, because, believe it or not, she loves you too," Pete put out his cigarette before disappearing through the back doors again. 

Me love her? Her love me?

I thought about it, longer than was needed, but I knew I had to go find (Y/N).

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