'I Do Love You....' (BMC Boyf Riends fanfic)

Chapter 25: Who?

-=Michael's P.O.V=-

I got out of the class after Jeremy left. I walk around the halls looking for him. I see the class he got in trouble in. I went to the office and saw Jeremy and Brooke walking out. Jeremy looked mad, and Brooke was just talking to him. I walked up to him. He looked at me and ran to me.

"Jeremy? Why did you go to the office? What happened?" I said. "I just did something stupid. It's fine! Are you okay?" He said, concerned. Why was he concerned?

"I'm fine Jeremy. Are you okay?"

"Michael, don't worry about me." He hugged me. "I just want to know what happened."

He didn't respond. I sighed. He pulled away and looked at me. "I was trying to help you." He frowned. "I was texting Brooke because I couldn't see you cry, and scream anymore! I am sick of it too. I hate seeing you like that." Brooke looked at me.

"I bought them for you then the teacher took my phone. I didn't know you had it...I'm sorry."

I nodded. "Thanks..."

I said goodbye to Jeremy and Brooke and left. They both had to go to detention which sucked. I never walked home alone because... I didn't trust anyone around me.

I walked alone, nothing interesting happened, luckily.

I made it home and looked at my phone. Just random notifications, a few emails, nothing new.

I go kind of bored. I looked at the time, and Jeremy wasn't even home yet, so I couldn't call him. I decided to activate the Squip.

"Hey? You? Brain Abuser?"

"What? You want me back to tell you what's the truth?"

I roll my eyes. "No, I have a question."

"What is-" 

"I few questions."

"What? Why do you need me?" He said looking at me in confusion.

"I said that already. I am asking the questions here. Anyway, Why have you all of a sudden become an ass? It's kind of, annoying..." I slowly fade out when I say the last part.

"Yeah i know. Next question please."

"Ugh. Why can't you just let me be alone? Like let me drink a mountain dew red?" I said looking down.

"Because, I have a.....client that needs you." I looked up at him.

"What? A client? Who?" I tried to stay calm. "I am not saying who it is. But they need you in order to do something." 

"Who?"

"None of your business Mell. It is a client. Now shut up." He then disappeared. Who is this client?

They wanted me? Is it someone i know?

I tried not to think about it the rest of the day.

More questions just flooded in.

(hey. I didn't try really hard on this. I am in a bad mood. Lets just say...i've been planning something for like two months and my mom hasn't even got the right stuff i need for it. Ok i'll stop bye!)

(edited bc i was high when i wrote this)