5 minutes later I saw a car.
Michael.
He was in his school uniform, well at least half of it, his button up shirt had it's sleeves ripped off and he looked hot in that tie and black shades. I sat in he passenger seat.
"Hey. What happened?" He asked.
"Alicia happened."
"Uh, Alicia, as in Alicia Valentine?" I nodded. "She's hot, a bitch, but hot. She has big boobs."
"Her brain and class melted to her boobs." He laughed.
"It's probably true. What did she say?" He asked.
"Nothing. That girl isn't going to get to me. She never messed with me she ain't gonna do it now."
"What. Did. She. Say?" He asked slowly.
"She said she heard rumors that I was going out with you."
"Why'd you get upset?" I ignored him.
"Calum saw her talking to me and rushed over, he said 'Rumors? At least you're spreading something other than your legs.' And I told her not to piss me off today because I was running out of places to hide bodies." I finished.
"Why are you in such a bad mood?"
"I woke up like this."
"Flawless." He sang.
Oh, God. No.
"Where do you want to go?" He asked turning on the car.
Usually I'd just want to go home, but I don't want to be alone.
"Take me to your place." I said.
"Are you sure?" I nodded. "I live with 2 guys the house is pretty messy."
"I live with myself, my room looks like a jungle."
He laughed and started driving.
***
We stopped in front of a gate.
"Who do you live with?" I asked.
"Calum and Luke." He said putting his shades up.
"So you don't live with your mum?" He shook his head and turned off the car.
We got out of the car, he opened the door, his house was huge, messy, but really huge.
"Leave you backpack here." He said pointing to the entrance floor.
We walked upstairs, there were 7 doors, 3 of them were covered in posters of bands and names and signs saying "Warning" , "Danger", "Do NOT Enter" one had a big 'M' on it, the one next to it had an 'L' and the one in front had a 'C'.
Michael's room was big it was twice the size of mine. He laid on the bed and told me to lay down next to him, he put an arm around my shoulders and I put my head on his shoulder.
"Why did she get to you?" He asked quietly.
"Because she spoke about you." I was in a honesty moment.
"What do you mean? Am I a weakness to you or something?"
He is, he's my weak spot.
I turned myself around, laying down on my side, his arm under my neck, my head was on his chest and my arm was around his waist, while his free hand was behind his head. I could see his boxers from where I was, because of his skinny jeans being slightly big, they were black, the elastic band was grey.
God, I want to put my hand under them.
Oh God, no no no no nO. What is this guy doing to me?
After some minutes of silence e spoke. "Let's do a pick-up line contest. Go!"
"You're such a child." I said laughing.
"Come on, please." I sighed.
"Are you sugar? Because you're sweet." I said.
"If you were toilet paper, you'd be extra soft."
"You're terrible." I said. "If I said I was falling for you, would you catch me?"
His head moved, as soon as I noticed his lips were brushing against my ear.
"Everything you say can and will be held against you. So please only say my name." His voice was raspy, deep and quiet. His breath faning against my ear.
I looked up at him, and it was a bad idea because now our faces were dangerously close.
"You got better." I whispered switching from his eyes to his lips.
I bit my lip and looked in his eyes.
"I want to kiss her." He thought.
"Do it." I whispered.
