Please Don't Set Me Free // c.t.h

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I stopped in his doorway, leaning against it as I tried to catch my breath. "You really need to stop making me run." I hisses at him.

"You'll get over it." He said, getting straight to the point, "just curious- why the hell were you going though my song book?! I told you specifically not to touch it!"

His tone went from playful and calm to furious in a matter of seconds. How did he figure it out?

"I didn't. Why would I want to? I can't even read your handwriting half of the time."

"Okay.." he stared at me for a second, "I believe you, but for the record, don't touch this journal, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." I turned and walked back out of his room and down the hall to mine. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was fast asleep.

- - - - - - - -

The next morning, I was woken up by an ear piercing noise. I went to go hit the snooze button on my alarm, but it didn't stop the noise. I realized it was Michael when it was too late.

"Wakey wakey Sleeping Beauty."

As I was reaching for my snooze button, I fell off the bed. Michael started laughing, causing himself to fall off the bed too.

"Was that jumping and screaming necessary?"

"Yes, if you want to make to the school in the next," He looked down at his invisible watch, "20 minutes or so."

I scrambled to my feet, shoving Michael out of my room.

"Thanks moron! I'll be out in a second." I said, slamming the door.

I threw on my white button-up shirt, tied my tie around my neck, and thee on my skirt which was slightly too small to be a medium. As I was hastily brushing my hair, my phone rang. Without looking at the caller ID, I accepted the call, assuming it was Micheal rushing me.

"Can I have one minute without you up my fucking ass, Michael? I'll be down in a minute."

*chuckles* "I'm not Michael, good guess though."

I didn't recognize the voice, which caused my cheeks to heat up and turn burgundy.

"I'm so sorry, I thought you were my brother." I spoke in a nicer manner.

"Cali! Get your ass down here or I'm leaving without it!" I heard Michael yell."

"One fucking minute!" I yelled back. I turned back to my phone, which still had the caller on the line, "I really have to go, have a nice day."

"See you around school, beautiful."

Before I could process what the voice said, I heard the call disconnect. I threw a couple textbooks into my bag before swinging it over my shoulder, my phone in hand. My shoes were in the other hand as I ran down to Michael's car, which has already started up. I slid into the passengers seat, leaning down to slip my black vans on and tie the laces of them. Michael suddenly hit the gas, causing my back and head to slam into the dashboard as he reversed.

Michael started laughed as I yelled at him, calling him immature and stupid. I stuck my tongue out at him before attempting to finish tying my shoelace.

"Says the one with their tongue out." He retorted

"I'm a little less than a year younger than you!"

"Still younger."

"Fuck off."

He smirked before saying, " I would but you see.. I'm driving and my sister is right next to me."

"What the fuck? I didn't mean literally!"

He gave me a cheeky smile, still focused on the road ahead on him.