Skating Back Home // Michael Clifford.

9.

"You don't have to do this," Michael kept saying as I grabbed his phone to call my mom.

"I wanna know why they did it," I muttered.

"You already have stuff to deal with," he said, "You don't need this right now,"

"I want to know," I replied stubbornly.

"Alright," he sighed, "you remember the number?"

I bit my lower lip, "I don't remember numbers,"

He chuckled and kissed me slightly, "We can't call your mom then,"

"We'll have to wait for Amy," I frowned.

"Too bad," he chuckled again.

"Fuck off," I rolled my eyes.

"You wanna do something like-" he was cut off by a very panicky Lola entering my room.

"What am I hearing from all these annoying people in college?" she asked while trying to catch her breath.

"What?" I muttered.

"Isn't it obvious that you didn't do it?!" She almost yelled, "I fucking slapped the Ashley bitch! She's so trashy anyway,"

Michael laughed, "Oh, Lola -"

She cut him off again, "I don't even want to talk to you. Do you think I don't know about how you reacted? And also, I'm so over Tommy. He's an asshole too,"

I bit my lower lip, "Lola. Thank you so much for whatever you just said,"

She smiled, "That day, you helped me. And honestly, Michael? What the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you really fucking loved that girl sitting next to you?!"

"I do, Lola, god. I got carried away," he murmured.

"I hate you so much," she rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Michael said, "I'm really sorry sorry sorry. Sorry?!"

"No!" Lola snapped.

He sighed, "I got carried away and I know I don't deserve Emizie a bit. She's amazing and I'm stupid,"

"I guess I'll take that," Lola shook her head.

He rolled his eyes, "you just search ways for me to call myself stupid,"

"True that," she shrugged, "but we gotta find out who did it, though?"

I felt that I was about to cry again, "How will we?"

Michael snuggled closer to me and kissed my forehead, "We will, somehow,"

"What if they keep leaking more stuff?" I asked, worried.

"Chill," Lola said, "We will find out somehow,"