❝HONEY❞
❚chapter five; hey, asshole!❚
MICHAELS HEAD WAS down, doodling on his hand with an almost dry pen he had found in the bottom of his backpack . Apparently, making another student run out of the classroom was enough to get you detention. They didn't even know about him being late, which he surprisingly got away with. Anyways, they acted like it was Michaels fault the girl couldn't take rejection.
Okay, maybe he felt a little guilty, but just the way she looked at him kept resurfacing in his mind. She seemed so tough, but then again, what he had said was pretty mean, especially about a girl. Yes, it was true he didn't want to go out with her. In fact, he didn't want any kind if relationship with her, he wanted to get straight to the point.
It was obvious she wouldn't be giving it up soon, so Michael decided she wouldn't be his top priority. He wouldn't keep dry until she had sex with him.
Michael sneakily checked his phone, seeing it was already 3, and that he was most definitely going to be late for work. He groaned, causing the teacher that was watching the only kid who managed to get detention within the first week of school to glance up.
Michael silently prayed they hadn't called his mother to notify her of Michaels detention. He would most definitely not be going out this weekend if that was the case, and the thought really depressed Michael. He didn't necessarily like parties, but everyone else went to them, and sitting on his ass playing xbox sure as hell wouldn't get him laid.
The minutes passed like hours, making one and a half hours feel closer to 5. When it was finally time to leave, michael didn't hesitate to throw his backpack over his shoulder and jog out. He hurried out of the school, smiling to himself as he made his way to his shitty black pickup truck. He hated his car, but if anyone insulted her, or treated her badly, he would go on attack mode. Yes, Michaels car was a girl, and her name was Betsy. Michael had gotten Betsy as a present for his 16th birthday, and at the time he thought she was the coolest car ever, but now, he thought less so.
Anyways, Michael sped down the highway, just enough above the speed limit that he knew he wouldn't get a ticket if a cop car happened to pass by - which never happened.
He arrived at Target 6 minutes late for his shift, and by the time he was in his uniform, he was 11 minutes late.
"You're late. Again." Ashton groaned, resting his head on his hand as he stared at Michael from behind the customer service counter. Michael took the liberty of deciding that this is what he would be doing for the next three hours.
"Yeah, I know. I had detention." Michael rolled his eyes at his friend.
"Detention?!" Ashton yelled a little too loudly, drawing the attention of a few customers. Michael resisted the urge to give them the finger and tell them to mind their own god damn business.
"Yeah," Michael scoffed, "I made this chick cry because I told her I didn't want to fuck in the janitors closet." Michael lied to his friend. He had a tendency to 'spice up' stories, and Ashton was his most gullible friend, and ate it right up.
"That's not what I heard.." Ashton muttered, making Michael snap his head in his friends direction.
"And what did you hear?" Michael asked, annoyed. Knowing the school, it was probably something terrible by know.
"That you called Honey Mannon an ugly toad." Ashton dead panned, clearly unamused by his best friends behavior.
"I did not!" Michael barked. Sure, he might have possibly hinted at her being unattractive, which was a misunderstanding. If you took one look at that girl, anyone could see that there was no way in hell he would think she was ugly.
