No Presence || Michael Clifford

Chapter 1 Afraid

MEGAN'S POV:

"Megan he's checking you out." my best friend Caroline whispered to me.

I looked up to see Andrew Donaldson staring at me and smiling. He was so hot. Wow he was so so hot.

I blushed and looked down at my shoes. I hated when people stared at me. It made me feel insecure.

"I think he likes you!" Caroline squeaked a bit too loud.

"Shut up Caroline he does not. Why would he? He can get any girl he wants in this whole damn school."

She just sighed. I could tell what she was thinking. I was kind of afraid of boys. Well not boys themselves but falling for boys. I knew I would break. But my biggest fear was Michael Clifford.

I had a huge crush on him since freshman year. But I didn't want to. He had never talked to me and I knew I was wasting my time thinking about him. But I couldn't help it.

He was so hot. He had amazing eyes, and he colored his hair often. I know it isn't right, but that's why I'm afraid of him. He was like a punk. Punks don't catch girls that fall for them. They let them drop to the ground and break. I can't let that happen to me again.

"You can't just never talk to boys again it's ridiculous!" Caroline said in the annoying voice she has when she tries to make a point. "Boys aren't always bad."

"I know that but they make me nervous that's all. If I never know them I can never fall for them right?" I snapped at her. She annoyed me when she talked about this.

"Fine then I gotta get to class." She said blankly and walked away.

I looked across the hall to see Michael. He was with his other 3 friends. They were joking around and laughing. He was cute when he laughed.

No No No. He wasn't cute when he laughed we was never cute. He was just a punk asshole who thought he was so cool. Well he kinda was.

He caught me looking at him and I quickly looked away blushing. I can't just stare at other people and not expect them to look at me back. I'll bet Michael has caught me staring so many times, he probably thinks I stalk him. Which I don't.

I just look at him a lot and try to figure out why I like him. I didn't even know him.

I shut my locker and headed off to class. My first class was Spanish. Oh how I hated Spanish. It was my worst subject and none of my friends were in my class.

I sat down in the front row like usual. I took out my textbook and my pencil. I came off as a nerd when everyone else came into class seeing me sitting in there early all set to start class. But I didn't care. I was a nerd and I was proud of it.

Everyone else came in and sat down. Mrs. Lambert was about half way though her lesson when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Sorry to bother you love, but do you have any pencil I could borrow?" Someone with a very thick Australian accent. I was American so everyone's accent here was thick.

I turned around and gave him a pencil and realized it was Michael. Wait he never sat behind me. I didn't even know he was in this class.

"Thanks, babe." he smiled at me and winked. I wanted to melt. But I couldn't melt. So I didn't.

I turned back around in my seat and smiled to myself. My smile quickly turned to a frown when I realized I had just said my first words to the person I had tried so hard to stay away from.

I couldn't focus on the rest of the class, I was really nervous that he was sitting right behind me. He said like 10 words to me but now I've heard his voice and I liked it. I didn't want to like a single thing about Michael. But he was like able. He seemed sweet but I couldn't find out.

MICHAEL'S POV:

Me and Luke both shared a Spanish class. I usually say in the back of the class and Luke usually sat in the second row. He sat behind the girl that always stared at me. Today I asked him if I could switch places with him.

"Why would you want to do that, the girl that sits in front of me is the creep who seems to be stalking you." Luke said clearly confused.

"She's hot though," I said laughing.

He said okay, and walked to my seat in the back corner and I walked to his.

The girl was already sitting in front of me, with her textbook out looking all "ready to learn!"

The teacher started the lesson which I rarely paid any attention to. About halfway thought the lesson, I tapped the girl sitting in front of me.

"Sorry to bother you love, but do you have any pencil I could borrow?" I said as sweetly as possible. She turned around with a pencil in her hand. She looked scared when she realized I wasn't Luke.

Thanks babe," I said with a smile.

She turned around and started listening to the lesson again.

She was hot, but she seemed a bit nerdy and weird.

Plus she was the creep who was always staring at me soooo...

When the class was over, I tapped the girl on her shoulder again. She turned around and looked at me like I was a ghost.

"Thanks for letting me use that, love." I said. She gave me a little smile and took back her pencil, as she was getting up, and she rushed out if the room.

"What's wrong with her?" Luke came up behind me.

" I think she's afraid of me." I chuckled trying to figure out what I had done to make her look at me the way she just did. It was odd, no girl had ever looked at me with any sign of displeasure in their eyes.