Broken // Michael Clifford [Finished For Now]

Chapter Ten

Michael's POV

"Make sure you finish that worksheet tonight for homework. We will go over it tomorrow in class." Reminded Mrs. McArthur. "You have the last five minutes of class to talk among your piers."

I looked across the table at Diana as she hastily wrote down the assignment for tonight. All of her hair fell over her right shoulder except for a stray piece. Her rose cored lips parted as she blew the hair out of her line of vision. Her big brown eyes were concentrated on the strokes her pencil made as she wrote in her agenda. She put her pencil and agenda back into her school bag before looking back at me.

"Staring isn't very polite Mr. Clifford."

"Mr. Clifford? When did you get so proper?"

"Okay. Is this better?" She cleared her throat a little bit before lowering her voice a few octaves and saying, "S'up Mikey? How's ma best mate doin'?" in a mock Australian accent.

I failed miserably at trying to contain my laughter, joining Diana as she did the same.

"Was that supposed to sound like an Australian guy?" I wondered while still laughing.

"Of course it was! Could you not tell?"

"You definitely shouldn't pursue a career in impersonations."

She mocked a hurt expression as she brought her hands to her chest in fake shock.

"What am I supposed to do with myself then? That was my future job goal!"

"Hmm." I brought a finger up to my lips and started to tap them acting as if I was deep in thought. "Well I'm pretty sure you're SOL if you have no other plans, but you could always hang out with me in the meantime." I stated, hoping she would agree.

She looked a bit taken aback by my suggestion, her eyebrows scrunched in thought.

"I'm not sure when I could hangout with you, but I will let you know when I am free."

"What's your cell phone number so you can let me know when you're free?" I also wanted her number so that I would be able to talk to her outside of school.

"Mhmm, just so I can let you know, huh?" She must have caught onto my thought process about getting her number.

"Yup!"

"Michael whatever-your-middle-name-is Clifford! Are you lying to me right now?" Her big brown eyes concentrated on mine as she displayed a serious expression on her face, waiting for my answer.

"Fine! You've caught me! I actually wanted to talk to you outside of school." I explained.

"Aha! I knew it!"

"Does this mean I can get your number now?"

"I guess so. Just give me your phone so I can put it in."

"Okay, and you give me your phone so I can put mine in." I smiled while reaching into my pocket for my phone.

"I actually forgot mine at home so you can just text me and tell me it's you." she said, typing her number into the device I had just handed to her.

"Alright!"

As soon as she handed me my phone the bell rang signaling us to make our way to our next class. We both stood from our seats and exited the classroom, exchanging quick goodbyes.

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Diana' POV

I watched in my rearview mirror as the trees in the park faded into the distance. According to my car's clock it was 6:34 pm. I drove through the empty streets of my small town and occasionally saw someone walking down the on the sidewalks near the shops downtown. After a few stoplights and turns I made it to my house.