when the party's over | mike clifford

five

ABBY'S POV

today was the first day of school. everyday since that party, michael & i hung out. i really enjoy his company.

i'm in the backseat of my aunt's car, jimmy fought me over the front. she went to grab her camera to take pictures of us.

when she comes back out of the house she asked us to get out of the car. jimmy & i are bitching with our eyes.

i'm wearing black skinny jeans that are ripped at the knees, my all black converse that jimmy got me, and michael's green day shirt.

"i look so bad," i whine as i get out of the car and shut the door on my pinkey. "ow, fuck me."

"want me to call mike over to kiss your injury?" jimmy teases me. i roll my eyes at this.

"james patrick! don't tease abby, her and michael are adorable together and you're just jealous," aunt julie yelled.

i smirked at him and whispered, "she likes me better."

she moves us into a very cringey position to take a picture to post on her myspace account. once finished, we jumped back into the car and drove to school.

jimmy gets out first to open my door as i struggle to carry all of my things. "thank you,"
i say while looking for michael.

i see the blond haired punkster hangout with his wanna be punkster friends and i walk over.

i hug him from behind, causing him to jump a little. he turns around and hugs me so tightly he lefts me up. i wraped my legs around him, hold his face in my hands and kiss his lips.

"how are you?" he asks me smiling like a freak. "i like your shirt."

"i'm alright," i reply smiling as well. he puts me down and now i have to look up at him. "i know right? i don't know where i got it from but i really like it."

his friends, including luke & calum, start to smile at us and on queue say "aww."

calum sees his other friend group and runs over to them to play some soccoer. on queue again, we all say "aww," as calum runs towards him. he looks back and gives us a literal death stare.

after a few minutes of conversating with plenty of mikey's friends who are now mine, the bell rings to signal it's time for homeroom.

mike & i are in the same homeroom since b & c are pretty damn close together.

we look for seats together and the only two that are avaliable are two in the far back, perfect.

"i wanna dye my hair," michael starts while he was playing with my bright pink hair.

"let's dye it then," i reply.

"i'm poor, abby."

"and so am i. i can dye your hair for you, don't worry."

"can you really?" he asks all happily.

"yeah, it's not that hard mate."

"oh my god, can we dye it green for green day?"

"i mean, if you want."

"do you think that would look good on me," he asks as he makes a duck face and closes his eyes.

"of course, you're adorable."

"am i really!? my mom calls me cute," he whispers the last part and i laugh at how much of a dork he is.

the homeroom teacher walks in with plenty of things in her hands.

michael rushes up to her, helping her carry some things the rest of the way. once everything is placed down, she thanks michael and tells him how much of a good kid he is.

"must be a heart throb," she says to him causing him to blush. she then looks at me and back at him. "her heart throb," she tells him, loud enough for me to hear.

i laugh at this and look down at my schedule that the kids passed down to me. mike walks back to his seat, in a fuck boy style, and checks his schedule.

"guess it's time to go to our lockers," he starts. "shall we?"

"we shall," i reply.

funny, my locker was below his. meaning i either have to wait for him to get his stuff, he has to wait for me, or i have to be bent down in front of him.

i decide to go first and at the same time he does to. here we are, everyone knowing we're together, and me being practically pinned against the lockers.

once we're done getting our stuff, we walk away. when i turned, i bumped in to someone causing my books to fall out of my grip. i go to pick them back up, and so i was bent down, ass in the air, in the middle of the hallway.

mikey quickly tries to help me, but before he can pick up a book, a black haired man whistles at me. of course, michael shot back up and looked directly at him.

"it's fine," i inform him looking down. "just relax."

"no," he says aggressively, almost yelling at me. "no one whistles at my girl."

he then walks towards the guys and yanks on his shoulder. "yo," michael yells. "she's not a dog dickhead. she's my girlfriend."

the guy looks at him, "look, i'm not trying to start anything. but you should know not to let your girl bend down with that ass."

without hesitation, mikey punches him directly into his nose causing everyone in the hallway to stop.

the guy with the now blood covered lip punches mike back.

"stop," i call out. they break into an extreme fist fight. "please stop!" i say even louder seeing michael in pain.

a few seconds go by before luke and calum pull the black, curly haired guy off of mike and began to kick him to the ground.

a group of guys came over to the 3 guys who were protecting me causing even more fights.

finally, ashton and his friends come running over and stand up for luke, calum, and mike.

"for christ's sake, where the hell are the staff?" i yell out.

michael limps towards me and hugs me tight. "i'm sorry i started this, i love you so much." i tell him.

"no, no it's not your fault. i love you unconditionally and will do anything for you."

finally, the principal, vice, & police officer come over. holy shit did that take long. it's been over a minute and literally everyone in the school is in one hallway, not to mention how much noise is going on.

they walk michael to the office and i follow behind, i'd rather not leave him alone. i grab his hand knowing his anxiety is probably sky rocketing.

we sit down in the office, alone, waiting for them to come in. i admire his blood covered hands and his extremely attractive face.

"you know," i break the silence. "i really do love you. even though we just met. i know you're the one. i just feel it in my body."

before he can say anything, the alarms go off. "they're the lock down alarms," michael tells me rushing me under the desk and getting back up to lock the door.

"don't say anything," he informs me. "don't move, don't cry, don't make any noise," i just nod my head. "this is the worst place to be in the entire school during a lockdown."

mate, this is crazy. first day of school? nah, fist fight in the hallway & a fucking lockdown. it's not even homeroom yet.

he runs back under the desk and holds me tightly. not long until we hear a gunshot.

*A/N
guys i decided the lockdown & shooting at last minute, i'm going insane.