Lovesick - (Michael Clifford Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

finally another chapter oh god ive been meaning to do this for a while btw michael's red hair aka chest pains

Mackenzie's P.O.V.

I woke up to the sound of moans, I looked over to see Laura and Justin kissing on her bed. I cringed. Michael's picking me up today. We agreed on skipping class because well, now I have no parents to tell me what's wrong and what's right. Michael also seems to care about me enough, to skip class with me, to make sure I'm alright, too. I told him to bring the boys, which added me on Facebook shortly after I got home the other night, but he refused. He said it would be better if they didn't come. Ashton messaged me last night, and we spoke for a while. He explained how all the boys and Michael were in a band together. It was then, I remembered Michael telling me about his band, 5 Seconds Of Summer, when we first met. Ashton told me that they formed in Australia, then came to America because this is apparently where all the opportunities for music are.

Ashton was so sweet though, and need I say, extremly good looking. Even though he's new to the school, he's already made it onto the school's football team. Apparently it's very hard to get onto, and even some of the best players don't get chosen.

Just then, there was a knock at my door, Michael walked in before I even stood up.

''Nice one keeping your door unlocke- Oh shit.'' Michael said, spotting Justin and Laura on her bed. He looked disturbed, oops. ''I'll wait outside.'' Michael completed.

''No need, loser. We're leaving now.'' Justin smirked.

''He's not a loser.'' I defended. Michael small smiled looking away from me. I immediately regret saying anything as Laura came up behind me whipering in my ear.

''Look, Mackenzie,'' She narrowed her eyes. ''He is a loser, and he's ugly, and let's face it, you're the only person around here who actually fucking likes him.'' I felt my stomach completely drop, for Michael. What she said wasn't one bit true, and I knew it. I know it hurt him though. I turned around and he was gone. Damnit.

''You really know how to make someone feel like shit.'' I huffed, trying to maintain, what I imagined as, intimidating eye contact, whilst grabbing my phone, and storming out of the room after Michael. By now, I've reached the end of the corridor and have called Michael's name numerous times. I couldn't find him though.

I heard sobs and immediately thought the worst. They were coming from the boy's bathrooms, and I knew I couldn't go in there. Fuck. ''Michael?'' I called, leaning my head towards the bathroom. Nothing. ''Michael?'' I called out again, a little bit louder this time. I heard a sniffle then the blonde haired boy emerged from the bathroom, his head was drooped. He looked a lot like I guessed he felt, utter shit. My heart dropped again, at the sight of how vunerable he looks, and I rushed to his side.

He didn't look up, nor move, and I wasn't sure whether to hug him or not. I really wanted to, but it's kind of awkward.

''Michael?'' I whispered, yet again, even though we were now face to face. Well, face to hair, he was still looking down at his feet. ''Michael what she said..''

''I get it.'' He sighed.

''It's not true.'' I whispered again. He looked at me confused.

''Huh?'' He asked, ''I mean, I know I'm ugly, I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm not, it won't make anything better and-''

''You're not.'' I started. ''Okay that was exactly what you told me not to say, but it's true. Michael, do me a favour?'' He didn't reply, just stared at the ground. ''Michael look at me please.'' I said. It was then, he looked up with those piercing green eyes that caught mine the moment I saw them. He nod his head gesturing me to continue with what I was saying. ''Don't speak to Laura, or Justin, or Krystal, or anyone who you may feel intimidated by.''