Broken // Michael Clifford [Finished For Now]

Chapter Twelve

Diana's POV

I woke up the same time as yesterday morning. The only differences were that I didn't feel so refreshed because I barely slept at all and I woke up to nine texts from Michael asking if everything was okay after I hung up on him last night. I wasn't looking forward to any conversations that would be held with Michael today, meaning I planned on avoiding him at all costs.

I rolled out from my comfy position in bed and padded to the adjoining bathroom. I gasped at my reflection. My eyes were a little puffy from my lack of sleep and the crying I had done the previous night. My cheek wore a bright red mark that had a slight purple tint to it. It was going to take a lot of makeup to cover this up.

I sighed and took a quick shower before applying the required makeup to cover the mark up. My left cheek was still a little redder than my right, but it would have to do until the mark went away. I left my hair styled down to help cover my cheek up and quickly got dressed in a hoodie and some jeans with a pair of converse. After I ate and packed my lunch I went to Starbucks again before school.

When I walked through the front doors of my school I made sure that Michael was no where to be seen. I was lucky until I walked up to my locker. As soon as I walked by him he grabbed my arm and looked me up and down. I tried my best to cover my cheek with my hair, but he seemed to notice what I was doing and brushed his fingers against my cheek to move it out of my face. Before he could examine my face further I pulled out of his grasp and turned my head towards my locker door.

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Michael's POV

I tried to move her hair out of her face, but she escaped my grasp before I could see what she was trying to hide. I could tell that she was trying to ignore me, but I wasn't about to let that happen because I needed to know what was going on. I know that me and my snooping didn't end well last time, but I knew that whatever was going on was not good and needed to end. I didn't care if she never talked to me again after I found out about this because I had a feeling she would stop talking to me if whatever this was continued.