Rebel: Michael Clifford

Chapter 3

"Hey," I say when I see Michael by my locker. "Look who's not late for school."

"I wanted to talk to you." He shrugs. "I was pretty sure you wouldn't be late again."

"Why'd you wanna talk to me?"

"I wanted to talk about Friday." He raises his hand and I involuntarily flinch, but instead of hitting me he brushes an eyelash off of my face. "Did you think I was going to hit you?" He asks, noticing that I flinched.

"N-no." I reach up and start playing with my hair, it's a nervous habit I've developed.

He grabs my arm and pulls up my sleeve. "What's this." He demands.

"I tripped and fell." I lie.

"Don't lie to me." He says, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'm not." I assure him. "I'll meet you in the library after school." I say rushing off to class. Once I get there I make sure to sit in a spot where he can't sit next to me.

My best friend, Jenna, is luckily in the seat in front of mine. She turns around and smiles at me. "What?" I ask confused. "Is there something on my face?"

"No." She shakes her head. "You and Michael."

"Oh no we're not a thing." I shake my head. How does she even know about that?

"Oh I just thought he was the boy you brought home on Friday. Your mom posted about the fiasco on Facebook."

Before I can say anything Michael strides into the room. He looks straight at me and walks over. "You're in my seat." He says to the poor nerd next to me.

Jenna gives me the look of death for lying to her as Michael leans towards me. "Now," he says. "Are you going to tell me what those bruises are really from?"

"What bruises?!" Jenna shrieks.

"Who are you?" Michael asks rather rudely.

"I'm her best friend, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter." He turns back to me. "Tell me the truth."

"Michael, just stop."

"I will once you tell me."

"I already did." I say, looking at my lap.

"Guys, seriously, what bruises." Jenna demands.

Luckily for me, the bell rings and class starts so they can't bother me anymore.

~*~

"You look really hot like that." Michael says, pulling me out of my concentration.

"Like what?" I ask, confused that anyone could find me the least bit attractive.

"Well, for starters, when you concentrate you stick your tongue out slightly." he says, causing me to blush. "not to mention those glasses really suit you."

Earlier in the day my contacts were bothering me. I tried to fix them but low and behold, I lost one.

"I hate them." I admit.

"Why?" he asks. "you look amazing."

"Whatever." I mumble. "you should get back to your homework." Michael is actually very smart, he just doesn't know it. I've only had to help him a few times.

"Can't I be done." he whines.

"No." I say firmly. "you are going to pass this class."

"You could always do my homework for me." he says, leaning over the table we're sitting at and giving me a big, goofy grin.

"That wasn't part of our deal." I laugh. "plus I have to do my own."

"So our deal is still on?" he smirks.

"Yes."

"So I can come over and mess with your dad again?"

"You probably won't be allowed in my house for a while." I admit.

"I guess I'll just have to take you out."