Mrs All American ❅ Luke Hemmings

Boys

Chapter 6 - Boys

"What happened?" Michael glared at the teacher.

The teacher raised her eyebrows, surprised by Michael's cold tone.

She didn't reply.

Mikey stumbled backwards, shaking his head, "No. No, no, no." He was probably assuming the worst that could happen.

My eyes widened in concern and worry, "Mikey? Are you okay?"

"I– I th-think I'm having a panic attack?" He stuttered, eyes wide as well while he struggled to breathe. I clutched his forearm and stood up, dragging him towards the door.

"I'll get him to the nurse." I said quickly. The teacher nodded, seeming shocked and very surprised.

"Michael, calm down. Breathe in, breathe out." I tried, pulling him to the nurse's office faster.

"I-I can't calm down if y-you're dragging me around!" He yelped. I slowed down, my hand trailing down his arm to hold his hand.

"Sorry," I said, sheepishly looking down at the floor. Michael started to breathe in and out slowly, and finally got himself under control.

"Thank you." He breathed out, smiling, looking quite relieved.

"For what?" I looked back up at him, confused. I was only doing what I thought was expected of me, although I could have just tried calming him down myself without dragging him anywhere; but alas, I'm no doctor and I don't have that much faith in myself.

"For calming me down." He swung our hands, smiling wider.

"Oh." I blushed, slowly letting my hand slip out of his. Michael frowned at this and stopped walking. I followed suit.

"What is i–" I began. He grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look into his green irises. Swiftly, he leaned down and kissed me. My eyelids fluttered shut. Even though I don't want to admit it, I enjoyed it so I kissed him back. I hate myself. I practically just met him and, here I am, kissing him. What's wrong with me?

Michael's grip on my shoulders loosened, his hands finding their way to my waist instead. He pulled me even closer, deepening the kiss. I knew it was wrong since we only just met but, I didn't pull away or stop him anyway. I lifted my arms up, wrapping them around his neck. I felt Michael smirk through our kiss.

Suddenly, I heard a loud 'BANG' and footsteps running away. I pulled away from Michael just in time to see Luke turn around and walk away from the locker he had slammed shut. But then, who was running?

"Rose–" Mikey started to say but I ran towards the sound of the footsteps without another word.

Skidding to a stop, I heard crying coming from the girl's bathroom. "Hello?" I called, walking into the bathroom. There, I saw Alyssa sobbing into her hand, her eyes red and puffy.

"Alyssa?" I asked, softly, "What's wrong?" Oh no, no, no. What have I done? Are they dating? No . . . She acted like she despised him, they can't be dating.

"I– I still love him. I can't believe it, how can I still love him?" Her voice cracked as she said this.

It wasn't that hard to connect the dots; they used to date and it didn't work out. Maybe he broke her heart, maybe it was a mutual understanding at the time. But it's obvious that they dated before and I'm an absolute idiot. Why didn't I notice? I guess I just thought she hated him because of something else, I didn't even think that they could have been exes.

"Oh, Alyssa . . ." I muttered, shaking my head, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know and h-he kissed me. Sure, it's still my fault and I'm sorry that I kissed him back but I didn't know what I was doing and–" She chuckled weakly and I halted mid-sentence.