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My phone beeped loudly causing my eyes to widen immediately. Last week of school. I stood from my bed and headed to my shower, snatching my clothes off my dresser on the way there. My phone buzzed on the toilet as I undressed myself to shower. 

Mikey Wikey: Hey lil mama, I called last night but you didn't answer.. hope ur tutor didn't kill u LOL. Imma swing by to pick u up for breakfast. Feels like u havent been to class in forever.

I gave a soft smile at the boy who came to love me so much and win my heart just the same. Knowing this, it was almost hard to believe that Luke still preoccupied my mind. I am in this constant state of knowing I am doing something wrong and still doing nothing to prevent it.

I texted Mikey back with a quick heart emoji and scurried into the shower. Many thoughts filled my brain as I showered. Why did Luke get so angry? It's not like I owe him anything, we just have secretive sex that I don't want my best friend to know about. That sounds bad. Why am I still thinking about Ashton? Why can't I get away from this boy band?

I turned the shower off; No more thinking. I stepped out of the shower and wrapped my towel around me. I heard Mikey's truck park in my driveway as I slipped on my undergarments and slid my jeans up my legs along with a tube top and Mikey's leather jacket. Mikey poked his head into my room and walked in after seeing me smile.

I hugged the boy who had become a true light in my life. "You look good in my clothes, babe." He mumbled into my hair. "I love you Mike." I responded, squeezing his waist. I felt him smile against my hair. He threw his arm around my shoulder as we walked to his car. I locked my front door and slid into the passenger side of his truck as he held the door open for me.

Mikey glanced over at me for a long while as I checked my phone and started babbling about whoever doing whatever. I stopped speaking when I realized that Mikey was just staring at me. "What's wrong?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows. 

Mikey shook his head and smiled, pulling out of the driveway and starting down the road. Weird.

Mikey's POV

I pulled into the school parking lot while the beautiful girl in my passenger seat put lip gloss on and told me stupid jokes. I grinned because I couldn't remember a time I had been this happy. 

She really made me this happy. I parked my car and slid my donut out of the box we bought, putting it in front of her mouth. She squealed and said she didn't want to mess up her makeup but she bit it anyway.

We laughed together and finished our breakfast. We left my car in the spot I parked it in as we walked towards the school. I slid my arm around Malea's waist. She looked breath-taking, always.

Even in one of my baggy t-shirts and some leggings with her Doc Martens, she looked stunning. Her small figure mildly engulfed itself in my flannel as we made our way over to Ashton's truck where all the other guys sat. 

It's where I went every morning but I leaned down and asked M if she was good with it in which she responded back with a reassuring smile and a firm nod. I tightened my grip on her waist and grinned as she giggled. 

We finally hiked across the entire parking lot and arrived at Ashton's truck where the other boys resided as well. Luke's lengthy body sat on the roof of the truck and Calum and Ash sat on the hood. 

Ash's girlfriend sat in the passenger side of his truck on her phone as the boys participated in mindless conversation. Once they realized I was there, they all greeted me and Ashton snickered. I stared him down hard, I wish he would say something about her. I dare him.

Malea's eyes settled on the ground as she played with the corner of my flannel. I asked them a few questions about the gig we had coming up and they answered them. Luke ignored Malea's presence and hung upside down, talking to Ashton's girlfriend.

I stared at Ashton mindlessly, allowing my mind to trail off. I could not believe he chose whatever her name is over Malea. Her faded purple curls fell down her back carelessly. She didn't even have to try.

I looked at the boys who treated Malea like trash so frequently. I leaned down and whispered into her ear before kissing her cheek. She giggled and cupped my cheeks. Luke looked furious and Ashton looked annoyed.

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Malea looked up at me for a long time, I could feel her eyes on me, which resulted in me looking down at her. Her cheeks turned red as she turned away.

We approached the school as we finally made it out of the parking lot. I looked down as my dirty converse touched the vibrant green grass that the school called 'the lawn'.

 "Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?" I broke the comfortable silence suddenly. She looked up at me again and smiled, stopping in her tracks and turned to face me. She gently slapped her hand on my chest and she pretended to swoon.

"Little old me? Going on a date with the big bad Michael? Why Mikey, I would love to!" She exclaimed dramatically with a fake accent. I leaned down and hugged her tightly, chuckling into her shoulder as I stood back up, lifting her legs off the ground causing them to dangle.

"I love you Malea." I mumbled softly.

"I love you too Mikey." She whispered.