Punk Meets Pointe||m.c.

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a/n: I had a really awesome chapter written out for this but It got deleted :'c

My mum greeted me at the door and took my bags.

"How was your day?" She asked, as I raided the fridge.

I proceeded to say the usual response of 'Great! Yours?' but her facial expression stopped me.

She gave a strange look out the window and pointed, "Who is that?"

I turned a glance to Michael's car in our driveway.

"Oh she dropped me off hold on!"I said quickly as I hurried through the door.

I opened his passanger door and slid in.

"You uhm you forgot this."He said, handing me my pointe bag.

I proceeded to thank him and exit the car, but his arm stopped me.

"Do you uh wanna come watch my band practice? I mean I know you're new here so you probably want some friends. it's fine if not."

I contemplated this for a long moment, David's words screaming over and over again in my head.

pros: I have a crush on him, I have nothing better to do.

cons: what David said, could be a murderer and or rapist.

"Sure, why not."

he looked surprised at my answer and nodded.

"Let me go ask ill be back in one minute." I said, exciting the vehicle.

i opened the door and once again my mum greeted me.

"Who was that?" She grilled.

"My friend from school. Is it okay if I go to her house?" I asked.

"Of course honey. I'm glad you're making friends."

I ran into my room to change. I decided to wear  black leggings, a marvel muscle tee, and black vans.

My mom kisses my cheek as I ran out the front door.

Michael opened the car door from the inside and I slid into the seat once again.

"I'm surprised she let you go."

"Well she kinda might think you're a girl." I replied causing him to chuckle.

"What you don't know can't hurt you."