Call Me Crazy || Michael Clifford

8 || The Bad

The day rolled by barely leaving me to make it to lunch. It was just Ashton and I walking to the cafeteria since we both had choir together. Of course, since English we both made sure to clear things up just so it didn't get awkward later on. We both knew it wasn't anything special and he even mentioned that Penny was an ex of his. Poor guy. I sympathized him for having to put up with her at some point. The two of us laughed as he shared stories of her trying to be controlling and shit since we both sat next to each other in class. I got a few glances from the choir director, but he seemed chill since we weren't really trying to disrupt class. Only filling empty silence.

"So Michael texted," he said as we walked through the cafeteria doors. His phone was in his palm allowing him to read whatever his friend sent him. "Looks like he's going to be a little late to lunch."

Confusion washed over my features. "What for?"

The two of us picked a table kind of in the corner as a booth. We set our bags down and waited by the table. "He's asking his HBS teacher something," he replied sitting himself down on the table top.

"What's HBS?"

"Human Body Systems."

Not long after, Calum had appeared in front of us with a huge smile. Students began to flood in behind him and, for the most part, went to the lunch lines serving whatever they were. I was informed that they serve different things in most of the lines on different days. Couldn't wait to see what they were serving on Fridays!

Both Calum and I stayed back as Ash went to go get food. We sat on different sides of the booth leaving each other plenty of space to spread out until our other friends got here.

"Oi, can I ask you something?" Calum rested his arm over the table as he asked me. I nodded turning myself enough to still be sprawled out on the booth seat. "Have you seen any guys you like yet?"

My jaw clenched. I honestly hadn't given it really much thought. Of course there are some handsome guys, but the way I do things is that I assume the worst in people until they prove me wrong. Most of the time it doesn't happen and I'm perfectly fine with that. I don't know. Michael was the closest one that I can see myself liking. He was just sweet and weird. His smile is adorable and I thought it was really cool what he did with his hair yesterday even if it wasn't permanent. He's been quiet, too. I'm just not sure if that's really him or he's kind of like me when I meet new people. The oversized shirt he was wearing today made him look adorable like he was trying to hide something under all of that.

"Not really," I sighed. Like I was ever going to admit to him 'yeah, man! I think your friend is adorable and a cute little guy even if I'm the small one.' Naw. Later.

He hummed in thought. "How come? Thought American girls loved guys with accents?"

"We do," I said sitting up. "I just don't think I should be drooling over anyone unless they can work their way up to me."

"Damn, you must not be joking about your favorite color!" I shook my head laughing just as Michael made his way to the table. He didn't look very pleased. "What's wrong, Mikey?" Calum asked scooting over.

He raked a hand through his hair. "Holmes wouldn't even let me try to talk to him. The prick just sped off making his lunch more important than a student!"

"What were you there for?" I scooted over enough for Ashton to sit down.

His eyes flicked up to mine and down to his intertwined hands on the tabletop. "I know I'm not going to do well in his class. He went really fast today and even told the class that that was going to be the set pace for the year! I think I only got half of the notes in!" Michael turned to Calum and Ash like he was waiting for some kind of response.