somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 22

"I'm so sick of University. It's just like school," Michael groans, walking down the hall with his hand wrapped tightly around my own.

"What were you expecting?" I shrug as we walk outside, towards our usual spot.

"Michael!" Someone yells from behind us, making me freeze in my tracks. I recognise the voice, because it's quite similar to Michael's. Which is not surprising, since they're brothers.

"Come on George," Michael whispers, yanking my arm forward and bolting out the door. I follow closely behind him, trying my best to keep up with his fast pace. We stop as we get closer to our spot, turning to face each other.

"Was that.." I start, looking back to the door we had just come from.

"Nathan? Yeah," Michael interjects, finishes my sentence.

"What do you think he wanted?" I ask, struggling to catch my breathe. I don't usually run, so I think my body has gone into shock.

"I don't know... Or care for that matter," He laughs nervously, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Maybe it was something important.." I trail off, not sure of how Michael would react to me saying that. It probably wasn't something important, but I'm too curious for my own good.

"It wasn't," He snaps, turning on his heel and walking back towards the building.

"Where are you going?" I groan, turning around and following him in the direction he was headed.

"Since you want to know, I'm going to find out what he wanted," He says simply, strutting towards the main building. I sigh, following him closely. I don't want him to get into trouble and be all alone.

"Michael, stop. I don't care," I say, trying to grab onto his arm but he yanks it away.

"It's okay, George. You don't need to come. I just want to know what he wanted," He says slowly, walking away from me again. He can't seriously think I'm just going to turn around and leave him alone. What kind of girlfriend would that make me? I'll answer that one.. It would make me a shit girlfriend.

"'I'm coming with you," I say, running forward so I can hold his hand.

"Fuck! Why are you so stubborn? I don't want you to come with me. Go eat lunch with the others," He growls, pulling his hand away. I stand in shock for a moment, trying to register Michael's sudden outburst, before running after him.

"Why are you acting like this?" I ask, raising my voice at him.

I'm not acting like anything," He states, walking inside the building.

"Michael, you're going to get yourself killed!" I yell, jumping in front of him so he can't walk away from me again. "What the hell has gotten into you?" I yell again, slowly inching closer to him.

"Fuck off Georgia!" He yells, running his hands through his newly dyed Lilac hair.

"Wow," I almost laugh. "Fine," I say, turning around to walk out the door, when I come face to face with a boy I really wish I didn't.

"Hey, Georgia," He smirks. I turn around to face Michael, who had a worried expression on his face. I think he had this plan to come in here and kick Nathan's ass, and now as soon as he's seen him he's wiltered into a scared little boy.

"Hi," I say awkwardly, playing with the string of my hoodie.

"How are you?" He asks, glancing over at Michael.

"Good..." I say slowly, turning my attention towards Michael.

"You don't sound too good. Are you guys on the rocks or something?" He asks, seeming a little too happy about the prospect of Michael and I breaking up.

"No," I say plainly, folding my arms over my chest. "Michael, you came in here looking for Nathan. What do you want to ask him?" I ask Michael bitterly.

"Uh... What did you call my name for before?" Michael asks his older brother, trying not to show the fear he clearly had of him.

"Oh. I was going to tell you that mum and dad are getting divorced," He says casually.

"Right..." Michael says, not seeming too phased about it. "Okay. Let's go Georgia," He says, grabbing my arm, but I yank it away.

"No," I say sternly.

"What?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion at me.

"Don't drag me around like I'm your doll. You can ask me to go, but don't just drag my arm. It hurts," I say, not making eye contact.

"You know what? You're mine. So you are like my doll. I can do whatever the fuck I want to you, because you're mine," Michael yells, stomping his foot on the ground.

"Excuse me?" I ask him, anger boiling up inside me. "You think I'm just your object? Your toy that you can just fuck and say 'I love you' to? What kind of relationship is this, Michael? Because I'm not interested in being someones toy!" I yell, walking towards Michael and pushing his chest, causing him to stumble backwards. He looks more hurt than angry, like he didn't mean what he said and what I was saying was some load of shit. I should be the one hurt! He basically just called me his fucking object. "You don't own me," I say, lowering my voice, because I remembered that I'm in a public place and there are people around.

"George..." Michael says, reaching out to grab me.

"No, Michael. What the fuck is wrong with you? You can't say or do hurtful things and just say my name and try and make me feel bad so I'll forgive you. That's not how it works," I say, starting to feel my eyes well up with tears. Why does he keep doing this to me? Dammit, he bought me a puggle. I thought he was done fucking around.

"I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean it," He says, scratching the back of his neck.

"You keep saying sorry, but nothing has changed," I say sternly, biting my lip so I don't start to cry.

"I'm sorry. Fuck, I am sorry. I've never been in a relationship, I don't know what to do!" He yells. I don't say anything. I just push past Nathan and walk towards my car. I love Michael, I fucking love Michael. But he can't keep fucking me around. It's not good for me. I'm so in love with him it physically hurts me, but I need to know that he isn't just going to leave me. I don't even know if I'm making sense right now.. Because all I'm thinking about is Michael and how fucking whipped I am for him. He could literally kill my own parents and I would run back to him, and I hate it.

"Georgia!" Michael yells from behind me, running so that he could catch up to me.

"What do you want?" I ask quietly, letting a few tears slide down my cheeks.

"Fuck! Georgia, I'm so fucking sorry. I love you so much, and I know I don't own you. Sometimes I just.. I don't know.. I wanted Nathan to know that you're mine, no one elses. I just didn't express that in a very nice way and I'm sorry," He says, taking both my hands in his own and bending down so I was forced to look into his beautiful eyes.

"Remember when we met? And I fell in love with you almost immediatley?" I say suddenly. "Remember how you took me to that beach your dad used to take you when you were little, and told me that I was beautiful. And that you would do whatever you could to make me believe you?" I ask. "Well, I think you've made some empty promises. I love you, but please just let me have some time to think," I say. I don't want time to think. I want to get away from Michael, and that's the only thing that will keep him away.

"Don't think, baby. Don't overthink things," He says, tilting my head up to look at him. "You know I love you, right?" He asks.

"Yeah..." I trail off.

"I'm sorry for acting the way that I did. I'm sorry," He says, wrapping his arms around my waist. "Please just forget about it," He pleads. I want to yell at him, to tell him that I can't just forget it. It's not that easy, to just forget things. But instead, I do what I always do.

"Okay."

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I kind of hate this story atm I just couldn't think of anything good so I was like aye lets throw Nathan back into the mix but now it's just too dramatic ew it won't be next chapter and my brother is snoring like an asshole next to me and I want to kill him so that might be why this is so shit adios