Chapter 3
The next day I was waiting for Michael to show up. I was parked outside his house, waiting for him to come out his house; we were already late anyway. I had called him telling him to hurry the heck up, and he said he'd be out in a few. I was considering ditching him into the next 10 minutes I was waiting, then he stumbled out his house, followed by angry shouts from his parents.
He gave me the signal which we had established which meant "big trouble" as we were both normally in, so I started the car and popped open the door for him to climb into quickly. I pulled away, glancing a look at Michaels dad as he began to charge down the driveway.
"You come back for your shit after school, cause I'm sick of you, punk!" His dad yelled, probably waking up half the neighbourhood as I sped down the street. I gave Michael a side look which meant "what've you done now?".
"They were questioning me." He simply said, with a huff. I decided to leave it there for now, or he'd go into a big mood, and frankly, I wasn't in the mood either; what with studying for the upcoming exams and stuff.
I soon parked in the car-park of the school, ten minutes after the bell would've rang. "This is on you, Clifford." I frowned, climbing out the truck and locking it. Michael thought of an excuse as we walked towards the entrance, and we made our way to our first lesson: maths.
The teacher didn't even need to look up to know it was us two at the open door. "Rydell, Clifford- what's your excuse this time?" She sighed, ticking some things in her book. Michael didn't say anything, so I glared at him and nudged him. "Well?"
"I don't have anything." He whispers, Miss now standing up.
"You owe me big time." I mutter before covering for him. "Yah, Miss, my Truck broke down. Shame isn't it? Yep, well we can't help a little petrol situation BUT we managed to pull through when someone pulled over and we paid them for a spare tank of petrol. So, you're lucky we're here Miss and not stuck somewhere at the other side of town." I grinned, Miss glaring at me as people muttered and whispered things amongst the class.
"Well, Miss Rydell, thank you for your little story but you two still have a detention. I'll see you at break. Now, sit down." A few laughs came from around the class, and I cursed under my breathe as we sat at our seats at the back.
"Pretty impressive excuse." Michael chuckled as we sat down.
"Better than anything you could've come up with. Oh, sorry miss, yeah our pony and I was thirsty so we stopped by at Dorothy's for a couple milkshakes. You don't want us spending class with hungry stomachs, do you?" I said, impersonating his voice. Michael laughed, causing more unwanted attention from our teacher, and she scowled at us in the middle of a speech.
"Sorry, Miss." Michael mumbled, smirking slightly as he faced his textbook on his desk.
It was now break and we had just been kicked out Miss's class after she gave us a 'lecture' about being late to school, etc. It only lasted five or something minutes but it felt like forever. I had texted Luke to meet us outside her class before we went in, so we met him out the door, looking tired again.
"Did you get any sleep last night either?" I sighed at the bags under his eyes, Michael holding him up again.
"Well yeah, but I'm still tired. I swear I went to sleep at 8."
"Ha, nerd!" Ashton hollered, walking past with his friends. I flipped my finger at him as he walked away, his back facing us. This made us grin, and we carried on down the opposite way. I swear, that Ashton is a real dick to us.
On the way there, we managed to bump into some kid, causing me and Luke, and him to fall onto our butts. Michael just stood there laughing as he was walking behind us two. "Shut up and help me up." I whined, rubbing my backside as it hurt. Luke tried to pull himself up too, and helped the other person up.
"Sorr- Oh hey, Calum. You're in my History." Luke recognised him as we saw his face.
"Oh, it's alright. I wasn't really looking where I was going."
"Don't sweat it." Michael said, patting his shoulder as we both parted different directions. "He's kind of weird." He chuckled, as we neared to our lockers.
"No, he's cool, dude." Luke frowned, stopping a his locker and we carried on to ours.
"Whatever. Ugh, I'm so pissed at my folks." Michael grumbled, kicking the wall. I rolled my eyes and unlocked my locker.
"What were they questioning you about?" I asked, shoving some books in my locker before slamming it shut. I leant my back against it and watched Michael fiddle about with the lock of his locker.
"My future. They said I wouldn't make it as a rock star and that I'm a failure or whatever." He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.
"So what did you say." I raise an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.
"That they're a failure of being parents and that I hate them, or something along them lines." He smirked, causing me to roll my eyes again. His hands snaked around my waist, pulling us closer to each other.
"You don't think I'm a failure, right?" He asked, a hint of sadness in his eyes. I shake my head, reaching up on my tiptoes to softly kiss his pale lips.
"Of course not. You're gonna be a wicked rock star some day and all the girls are gonna be chasing you like-" I pushed myself back from him to do an impression of a fangirl. I put my hand to my head and gasped. "Oh my god is that the incredibley hot Michael Clifford because oh my fucking god it sure is it's that punk rock dude that makes them rad tunes dang man someone hold me." I stumble, Michael laughing as I over exaggerate, falling into his arms.
"Nice impression, and did you call me incredibley hot?" He raised an eyebrow as I wiggled my own, giggling.
"Sure did, fluffy." I smirk as he leans towards me, our lips connecting in a warm embrace. I swear, I could kiss this boy all day.
But you know he's going to leave you one day. They always do.
