Time Bomb - M.C

Chp. 4

Peyton.

I didn't hear from Michael for the next few days, he actually didn't even appear at the classes we had together. It wasn't until Friday that I saw his normal smirking self sitting in his normal spot in English. I was sort of hoping he wouldn't show up today because it would give me some sort of reasurance that maybe he had forgotten about our deal. 

Partying with Michael was not my biggest concern - drunk me was my concern. It's safe to say that I am a very adventurous drunk person and I speak my mind. I feared that if Michael tried to do anything with me I wouldn't object or try to stop him because I secretely found him insanely attractive. And I know that I wouldn't attempt to stop anything from happening between us two. 

Even though I hoped he wouldn't show up there he was sitting inconveniently with that stupid smug look on his face. I didn't know when he wanted to party with me; only that when the time came I wouldn't have any excuse not too - unless I left the country for a while which wasn't going to happen. So I spent the whole day hoping that maybe he had something better to do on the weekend than get trashed with me. 

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My last class of the day was photography; a class I actually enjoyed majorly. Seeing as I was constantly photographing stuff back home you could say I was quite the persistent photographer. Whenever my friends or even family would try to tell me to put the camera down I never could. I liked ending the day with something I enjoyed it made everything more enjoyable.

I hadn't noticed Michael standing out of the classroom until he latched his fingers around my arm and pulled me away from my destination; which was my dorm. The bell had rang and with my spare books still clutched in my hand I tried to resist the constant pulling Michael was putting me through. 

"What are you doing?" I nearly screeched and without answering me Michael pulled open the back exit and guided us through the door. It was incredible hot today and the sun was still held high in the sky; beating down on the both of us. 

"We're getting fucked tonight" Michael dead panned and there were two ways to take his joyful statement. 

"Please tell me you mean we're just getting drunk" I pleaded and Michael stopped to look back at me; my arm still held firmly in his hold.

"Yes that's what I mean. What were you thinking you perv" His tone was judgmental but I could tell he was only teasing me with the soft smile on his face. He sort of looked not so mean for a second, but only for that second.

"I need to drop my books off" I waved them in his face hoping to buy me some time before I got completey wild tonight. Oh god, somethings going to happen I can feel it. 

"Fuck. Fine." Michael sighed and let go of my arm. "I'm picking you up in an hour, be ready".

"Where are you going?" I asked for no reason at all. I was actually mentally asking myself why I had shown interest in his departure. 

"I'm getting the alcohol" He smiled before backing up like he was some smooth mother fucker.

I took my time walking back to my dorm hoping that maybe Michael would be impatient and show up early realizing that I wasn't there and forgetting about tonight. It was an unrealistic hope but it was still there. 

As usual Anna was sitting in her bed eating popcorn, that I found she had a lot of, and typing something on her lap top. She didn't even notice me walk in the door let alone when I told her I was going out tonight. I'm pretty sure the music blasting from her headphones was enough to make her deaf.

I liked Anna because she wasn't one of those annoying room mates that try to be in your business all the time. She also didn't try to be my best friend, even though she sort of was at the moment.