The Girl With Scars | A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction✅

Chapter 2

Oh, what should I say? I feel humiliated. Michael is looking at me with concern.
"You ok, love?" he asks.
"I'm fine. I would love to hang out with you, Mikey." I say. "I didn't mean to call you Mikey," I apologise.
"Nah. That's fine. I'm guessing you're Katie, then?"
"That's me." The bell goes and I go to my seat to get my bag. I pick it up and head off to my first period: Art with Mrs Barby. She's a witch. She's always got something to say about me. I hate her. Oh, well, you can't like everyone. I forget that Michael and the others are even there, until I go into the classroom, and Michael sits with me at the table, which causes Mrs Barby comes up to us.
"Who are you four?" she asks with disgust.
"I'm Michael," says Michael.
"I'm Luke," says Luke.
"I'm Calum," says Calum.
"I'm Ashton," says Ashton.
"And we're 5 Seconds Of Summer," they all say at once.
"We're a punk/rock band from Australia," explains Luke. Mrs Barby just nods. "Get out your book and homework, if you've got it," she snaps at me. The cow. I get out my bloody art book and homework.
"She's a scary one," whispers Calum. I giggle.
"What's going on over there?" asks Mrs Barby.
"Nothing, Miss," I say. I can't believe I've got her for two periods. Nothing really exciting happens, apart from when Mrs Barby puts on the radio on, and "Don't Stop" comes on.

You're like perfection, some kind of holiday
You've got me thinking that we can run away
You want. I'll take you there
You tell me when and where

But then I asked for your number
Said you don't have a phone
It's getting late now
I've gotta let you know

That everybody wants to take you home tonight
But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine

Don't stop doing what you're doing
Every time you move to the beat it gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it
Don't stop, 'cause you know that I like it
Every time you walk in the room
You got all eyes on you
And you know it, know it, know it

You come in close now
Swear I can taste it
You've got me tongue-tied
I can't escape it
I'm loving what you got
But then you push me off

And everybody wants to take you home tonight
But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine

Don't stop doing what you're doing
Every time you move to the beat
It gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it
Don't stop, 'cause you know that I like it
Every time you walk in the room
You got all eyes on you
And you know it, know it, know it

Every day, it's the same
All the games that you play
Back and forth, round and round
Kinda like it this way

Don't stop doing what you're doing
'Cause every time you move to the beat
It gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it
Don't stop, 'cause you know that I like it
Every time you walk in the room
You got all eyes on you
And you know it, know it, know it, know it

Don't stop doing what you're doing
(Don't stop, don't stop what you're doing
'Cause you know that—you know that I like it)
Every time you move to the beat
It gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it

Don't stop, 'cause you know that I like it
(you know that I like it)
Every time you walk in the room
You got all eyes on you
And you know it, know it, know it

"Yes!" I whisper. Luke grins and starts singing along. Mrs Barby raises her eyes sarcastically. When the song comes to Michael's part, I can't help but sing along. When the song ends, they are staring at me.
"What?" I ask politely.
"You've got a beautiful voice," says Ashton.
"Please. Admit it. My voice is ugly, just like me," I say.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" shouts Michael. The class stares at him.
"Sorry, I swore, but Katie, you have a lovely voice and personality. You're beautiful."
"You don't know the real story," I say.
"What's the real story?" asks Ashton.
"Shall I tell you?" I say/ask. They nod. This stuff is quite personal, but I trust them. I ask if it could be done in a private room, so we go down to the therapy room. I take a deep breath for dramatic effect.
"Ok. Here it goes." I say.