❝HONEY❞
❚chapter four; pink-headed girls❚
THE NEXT DAY, Michael waltzed into school. He couldn't contain the huge smile plastered on his face. Michael felt like hot shit because of his recent change. Last night Michaels hair had gone from purple and black, to red and black. He felt so cool.
Ashton's eyes immediately lit up as he saw Michael. He waved him over to where he was sitting in class. Since it was an X day, Michaels first class was lacking some Honey - a thought which made Michael smile uncontrollably as he mentally patted himself on the back for being so clever.
"Hey, nice hair!" Ashton chirped, his signature grin spread across his face. Today Michael didn't need Ashton's cheery attitude to rub off on him so he could have a good day. No, today Michaels was happy all by himself, and he couldn't help but think of what a certain girl would do once she saw him.
"Thanks man." Michael happily grumbled out. Yes, even at his happiest, Michael was still a moody rebellious teen. His eyes absentmindedly scanned the classroom as he pretended to listen to Ashton ramble about a party on Friday. There was no doubt they would be going, and it would be good for Michael; he's been dry for two weeks, and even his hand couldn't compare to the sweet feeling of-
No fucking way.
Michaels eyes widened and a sense of panic flood through him as he accidentally stared a familiar green eyes, frizzy haired girl. Michael had never caught her name, he was too busy being covered in snack food. There, sitting across the room, was Honeys friend.
She blew her gum into a bubble, smirking as her tongue worked the light pink substance back into her mouth. She pushed her large dark brown glasses up her nose before giving Michael a small, curt wave.
Michael immediately turned away, looking back at Ashton. His breathing had become rapid and face was red. There, across the room, was a girl who had very embarrassing information on him, and just her round face gave Michael flashbacks to that awful encounter.
Ashton's babbling had stopped, and Michaels felt a hand on his shoulder. He averted his eyes from the girl, a blush spreading across his face. He looked back at Ashton, who had leaned forward in his seat, staring at the girl, too.
"Dibs." Ashton quickly spoke, not even glancing at Michael.
"Jesus fuck, Ash, you can have her!" Michael groaned, pushing his large hand off of his shoulder.
"What!" Ashton shrugged, "I saw you getting all blushy!"
"Ew, god no!" Michael defended. Sure, the girl was decent looking, but definitely not Michaels type. Plus, she had seen too much.
"She just-" Michael stammered out, not really wanting to tell Ashton about the situation behind the mishap at work yesterday.
Ashton's eyebrows were raised, and he say back in his seat with his arms crossed.
"She just what?" Ashton asked expectantly. Michael was confused as to why he was so damn persistent of Michael not fucking that girl across the classroom.
"She saw me do something really embarrassing, okay?" He rushed out, looking down at his hands that were nervously drawing shapes on the desk.
"Oh no." Ashton whispered out, finally seeming to get it.
"She didn't see that, did she?" He asked, once again leaning forward.
"Yes she fucking did. Her and her stupid hot friend laughed at me." Michael groaned, running one of his hands through his now red ends.
