Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 6

"Why the hurry?" Sabrine asked as I quickly took on my clothes after I was done. It was currently 1:29, Michael would be here any minute.

"My friend is coming to pick me up in a few," I ask, just as I get a text saying that Michael was here now, that if he was parked the right place. I laugh a bit, quickly saying I'll be right out.

"Hmmm, someone named Michael? So it's a date?" she laughs, me shoving her a bit, as I roll my eyes.

"No, he's just a friend, we're going go-karting." She laughs a bit as I quickly put on my jacket, going outside. The guys that were here a few days ago was sitting drinking some beer, and when they saw me, they started whistling. I roll my eyes, not even looking at them

"Hey baby! C'mere!" one of them drunkenly spoke. Who the hell is drunk at half past 1 in the evening? I then felt someone grab my arm, pulling me back. "I said; c'mere," he chuckled, me trying to push him off. I could easily smell the alcohol in his breath, making me scrunch my nose.

"Let me go!" I say, trying to wiggle myself out of his grip, but he ended up holding me around my waist, his crotch pushed up against my ass, which made me freak out a bit.

"Hey, let her go!" I then hear a voice say, as I see Michael coming over, pushing the guy away, who luckily was too drunk to maintain his balance, so he fell to the ground. Michael's arm was around my waist, as he looked at him for a few seconds, before we started walking to his car, my body starting to shake as we arrived. He let go of me, letting me lean against his car, trying to keep my breath steady. "Hey, hey, Eleanor," he spoke, cupping my face making me look at him. "Breath, El, breath," he said, me trying to and in the end calmed down.

"Are you okay?" I sigh, nodding a bit, before we sat in the car. The car ride was silent, other than the music playing in the radio. "Eleanor," Michael said, making me look at him as we arrive at the co-kart place. "We don't have to do this if you don't feel like it," he speaks, me just shaking my head.

"No, I want to. I just... I don't like when guys are like that, or when I feel like I have to be protected." He gives me a little smile, placing his hand on my thigh, not to high up, but just where it wasn't uncomfortable, nor being on my knee.

"You know I don't mind protecting you," he speaks, making me let out a giggle. "And I really think you should get some security at your job." I laugh, nodding, smiling at him. I lean my head back at the headrest.

"Thank you, Michael. I don't know what I would've done without you." He smiles, nodding.

"Yeah, maybe I should just come pick you up every day after work."

"Hey, hey, slow down Clifford. Let's just start with go-karting." He nods, exiting the car, me following. "How did I not know this was here?"

"Have you ever gone go-karting?"

"Hmm, not really actually," I laugh. "But I've always wanted to, I just never really had the time, like... y'know... actually, I don't even know myself." I take a hand through my hair, as I hear Michael laugh at me, making me gently shove him. "Shut up." He laughs a bit more as he holds the door open for me. I look down at my feet, mostly because I don't want him to see that I'm blushing.

"You're quite something, you know that right?" he laughs, following me inside, me looking up at him again.

"I know," I laugh, winking at him. "You're quite something as well."

"Probably because of my hair, right?" I laugh nodding.

"Not only."

"Then in what way as well?"