❝HONEY❞
❚chapter six; fuckface❚
MICHAELS BACK was pressed against the hot brick of a small structure on the rooftop. With no music to listen to, and no Calum to text, he was left to his own devices. There he sat, eyes closed, listening to the chatter from the students below. He was in a really bad mood, and being away from everyone was just what he needed.
An idea sparked in head of Michael. He picked up his jacket that had been lying next to him, digging in the pockets, producing that magic little carton. He may not have much, but at least he still had his cigs.
In the same pocket as his cigarettes, he had a cheap silver lighter he had stolen from a 7/11 freshman year. Sticking one of the sticks in his mouth, he flipped open the cap of the lighter, his thumb stroking the wheel a few times, all he got was sparks, signalling his lighter was dead.
Okay, so he didn't have his cigs.
Michael groaned, letting his head fall back as he ripped the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it back into the carton. Today had been shit, and everything seemed to be going wrong, even the little things.
Michael sat for maybe 3 minutes until boredom consumed him. The Minneapolis heat turned Michael off, his sleeves were rolled up, and the top two buttons were undone and he was still sweating.
Man, it's hot as balls up here.
Michael gathered the small amount of garbage from his lunch; a sandwich bag and a water bottle. He wiped at the sweat forming on his brow, reminding himself that even though he was in school, it was still summer, thus, still hot as fuck. He made a mental note to wait until autumn to come back up.
Slinging his jacket over his shoulder, he made the short decline down the latter, hopping down onto the dirty tiles below. He wiped his open hand on his pant leg, smiling to himself as he opened up the door to the janitors closet.
"Ow, shit!" He heard a girl yell, following a dull thud and the sounds of books falling.
"Oh my god!" Michael gasped, dropping his things as he realized he'd hit someone. He quickly closed the door, dropping to his knees to be met with beautiful, deep green eyes. He blinked a few times, becoming aware of the other things except for her eyes, just now noticing her fading lilac hair.
Honey groaned in pain, sitting up and holding her forehead, where a big red bump was forming.
"Oh my god, I'm - I'm so sorry!" Michael apologized, gathering up her books that had fallen. "Are you okay?" He asked, setting a hand on her arm.
"Don't touch me, fuckface!" She spit, swatting his hand away. Michael recoiled his rejected hand, unsure of what to do next. Of course he had to hit her.
"Let me walk you to class." He stood up, offering his free hand to help her up. She placed her hand in his, letting him pull her up.
"I need a nurse, dumbass." She rolled her eyed, and Michael couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her.
"Cursing isn't very ladylike, y'know" He informed her. His eyes me hers, and all he saw was annoyance and anger.
"What? Just because I have a vagina means I cant cuss?" She asked rudely. She had a very good point, but Michael couldn't help giggling at the word 'vagina'.
"Oh my fucking god you're so immature." She curled her lip in disgust, reaching out to take her books from him.
"If you think you need a nurse, then let me take you." Michael smirked, holding her books out of reach, an easy task as he was much taller.
