Punk Rock // m.clifford

0.2 // so do you have sex around here?

"What do you even do around here for sheer fun?" Michael said as I was dropping him off at his room. Shrugging, I sat on the bed opposite of him.

"We spend time with the kids, eat, na-" I was speaking, but he rudely cut me off. Now, it wasn't the fact that he had cut me off that bothered me, it was the actual question that made me extremely uncomfortable.

"So, do you have sex around here?" Michael asked, getting annoyed. Then, it snapped inside of me, all he wanted was sex. He was a sex addict. But if this was so obvious to me, why the hell was I so surprised?

My answer came in staccato mumbles, as I felt very uncomfortable answering that question. Also, memories of the night began to flood in. This asshole. "Uhm- I don't really k-know."

"Why?" He smirked, setting down his suitcase on the mattress in front of him. Due to the fact that he was wearing a tank top, his muscles tensed and flexed as he lifted his suitcase. "Are there like rules against it?"

This comment was followed by a chuckle. Little did he know that, in fact, we did have rules against sex. However, those didn't come to mind while we were having this conversation. "Uhm-I'm not sure, but I can check?"

I scratched the back of my neck as I said this, beginning to spin out the door. Making eye contact with my friends, I widened my eyes, my sort of way of saying 'Get me the hell out of here'. Michael laughed, and this made me turn around. However, I was somehow still walking backwards,"Don't bother, Annie."

I stopped dead on my tracks, even though I was already at the door. My voice raised a little bit, due to the fact that if I had spoken normally, Michael would've most likely not heard me. However, even though my voice sounded confident, I was far from that. "Don't call me Annie. And I'll bring you the rules, you'll have to learn them at some point."

"No, I told you not to bother." Michael rolled his eyes, taking out his laptop and electronic devices. How the hell did he get those in here? I crossed my arms over my chest and chuckled dryly. Clearly, I was so done with his bullshit. In fact, I had been done with his bullshit since he first left me.

"Why the hell not?" I tried to keep my voice quiet, yet still audible, as I said the curse word. Those weren't exactly 'allowed' here. But, I disregarded this as soon as Michael came up with the wittiest answer I've heard since the night he used a pick up line on me.

"Bitch, I'm punk rock."

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"That's what he told you?" My friend, Marie, said. She was in here for the exact same reason I was. Only difference being, she was latin, and could break out in Spanish in a matter of seconds. Meanwhile, I could barely speak english.

"Word for word." I rolled my eyes, popping a chip into my mouth. We only had three meals, and just very recently, I had been given permission to start eating in the cafeteria instead of my room. It was a great privilege, one that I was not about to lose.

"I can't believe that son of a-" I knew what she was about to say. But, she prevented herself once she saw one of the supervisors walking past us. Giving them a sheepish smile, she continued to talk, careful with her words. "What do you think he's in for?"

"Well, since he asked me if we have sex here," I began, looking around and seeing my group of friends coming toward us, identically being made up of the same components. Before they got here, I stuttered out lowly, looking down at my food. "Sex."

I only had four friends in here. Alice, Marie, Connor, and Adam. Well, Connor just hung out with us because of his love for Alice. That boy idolized her. If it wasn't for Alice, he'd hang out with the Druggies (it's exactly what it sounds like). As for Adam, he only sat with us because there was no one else to sit with. He never talked. And Alice, well, I already talked about her. Same with Marie.

I can't really tell you what they're in here for. Frankly, all I know about them are rumors. Connor was a drug addict. Alice had a nightmare disorder. Adam, no one knew. Marie was depressed. And I, well, I was hella depressed. Somehow, I couldn't get over it.

After a little while of talking about nonsense, Connor spoke up as he picked on his food. What he was about to say made me think he was an idiot. But maybe this was a way to gain Michael's attention. "We're having a party tonight."

"So? You never invite us anyway." Alice rolled her eyes, barely touching her food. She was chugging down her water, though. I nodded along in agreement. Connor rolled his eyes and continued talking.

"Word is you know Michael Clifford, and he's hella famous. Besides, I asked him and he said he would only show up if Alice is there." Connor explained, a hint of jealousy in his voice. Of fucking course Michael wanted to see Alice. Either way, it seemed to me like he had always like blondes anyway. What a great way to lighten up my day.

"Oh, well if Michael Clifford says I have to come then we have to, right?" Alice scoffed. She hated Michael's guts and would do anything to kick his ass, or get him to propose to me. One can never know with her. It was that type of thing.

"Yeah, that's kind of how it works."

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