You took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. You stepped back from the door and waited. A few seconds later the door opened revealing the 6ft boy with lilac hair wearing only black basketball shorts and a cut off t-shirt. Michael Clifford was notorious for being obnoxious and loud, he got on your nerves but at the same time you were fascinated by him. He was annoying and tried to act tough but he was also beautiful and charming and sweet. He gave you mixed feelings and you tried to avoid him as much as possible. Too bad he was your history partner. This is why even though it went against your better judgment; you were currently standing on his porch your arms full of poster board, markers and other supplies. Michael reached out to take the poster boards out of your hands but you just stepped past him into the house. He didn’t say anything; he just closed the door and headed up the stairs. You followed him up to his messy room at the end of the hall.
“Just uh, ignore the mess” he said as he began quickly picking stuff off the floor to make room for both of you to work. Once he had cleared enough room he sat down on the carpet and patted the spot next to him. Instead you sat across from him and placed the supplies between you two.
“So what are we going to do this project on?” he smiled at you but you just rolled your eyes.
“I’ve already done research on the leaders of WWII all you have to do is copy this onto a poster board” you pushed one of the posters towards him along with a pack of markers and your notes. You both worked quietly when Michael broke the silence.
“I’m afraid I can’t write this down” you looked up at him
“What do you mean?” you asked shortly
“I mean that I don’t agree with a single word you have written and by putting it on this poster and presenting it as my own work would make me a hypocrite”
You could feel your cheeks getting hot and a part of you wanted to get up and smack that smug look off his face. The other part of you wanted to get up and press your lips against his but you quickly pushed that thought away.
“What’s wrong with what I wrote Michael?”
“You completely bag on Winston Churchill, you pick apart his work, you point out his flaws, you make him look like a coward. You hardly talk about his achievements, it’s completely unfair!”
At this point you have had enough
“You know what’s unfair? The fact that I’m stuck with THE most obnoxious kid in class as my partner who didn’t help with any of the research and who now wants to put his 2 cents in” you pushed your hair back in frustration
“Babe, you never asked me for help you just said ‘I can do all the research just help with the posters’. If anything you’re the obnoxious one. Obnoxious and arrogant” he looked at you with his emerald eyes which just made you angrier. You got up grabbed your backpack and barged out of his room
“Babe where are you going?” he called running after you
“Don’t call me ‘Babe’ you misogynistic asshole!”
Suddenly he pulled your arm back and pushed you into the wall. Both of Michael’s hands were on your forearms, your arms were up, level with your head. You were suddenly aware of Michael’s body pressing against yours, his strong grip on your arms and his face inches away from yours.
“How about you lose the attitude” his whisper was harsh and his breath was hot on your lips. You couldn’t deny it anymore; you were attracted to him especially now the way he was acting very dominate. You suddenly became brave and you decided to challenge him.
“How about you make me…Babe”
He accepted your challenge and crashed his lips against yours. The kiss was hungry and full of passion. He let go of your arms and you quickly tangled your hands in his hair. He broke the kiss for a second
“Jump” he said out of breath. You jumped up and he grabbed your legs and hoisted you up onto his hips. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck before reconnecting your lips with his. Without breaking the kiss and still carrying you Michael started to walk back to his bedroom so you two could finish what you had started.
