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

0.8

I spent all of English thinking of a way to get home, without Michael. I wasn't really up to being in a car with Michael, not now at least.

My locker was on the way to music class so I stopped by to drop off things I didn't need. As I was closing my locker door, a saw a particular red head walking towards me, in the direction I need to go. I ran into Michael but I didn't acknowledge him. He grabbed my upper arm and turned me to face him. His grip was so strong on my arm, I whimpered when he whipped me around. Partially because I was still scared of him and I thought he would hurt me. He kept his hand on my arm, with the same strength. I winced but Michael didn't notice.

"Fucking hell Callista! What's wrong with you?" He asked, his voice louder than he would normally speak in.

"Michael.. you're hurting me.." I said sheepishly.

He loosened his grip but never let go. Almost like I would float away if he didn't keep a good hold onto me, like a child with a new balloon.

"Let me go, I need to get to class." I demanded.

"Good, we can walk together. We have the same class."

I shuffled next to Michael, as he still held onto me but this time, it was my wrist with the same strength.

"I'm so sorry I got mad. I didn't mean to-" he started.

I cut him off my stopping in my tracks. "No, Michael, you don't see it, do you? I've never seen you so hostile before.." my bottom lip started to quiver," I don't need a ride home."

I took my wrist free from his now very soft grip and strutted off to music. I refused to admit to him that I was scared of him.

•Michael's POV

When she told me how hostile I was, I knew I fucked up bad. I hate seeing her so upset, especially when it's because of me. I have to make it up to her.

•Callista's POV

I was the second to last one in the class, before Michael. There were only two seats available, a seat open next to the black hair'd guy I saw at lunch or next to Ashton with the group of girls that witnessed what Ashton did during lunch. I didn't want to sit next to someone I didn't know, so I chose to sit with Ashton, willing to deal with the interrogation from the group of girls. I spotted Luke, giving me a slightly worried look across the class, and Michael sitting down in the only available seat.

"For a second there, I thought you would sit next to Kiwi over there." Ashton pointed over his shoulder a couple rows back to the black hair'd boy sitting next to the open seat.

"I wouldn't leave you alone with the dectectives." I gestured to the girls who were spitting questions at Ashton and I.

Ashton chuckled, telling me that they wouldn't stop questioning him. I reassured him that they're harmless.

"Hey Cali! Can I call you Cali? Anyways, I saw you two in the lunchroom getting really close. Is there anything going on between you guys."

Ashton sat there, looking at me for an answer. I tried telling them 'no' but one of the other girls started talking.

"Is Luke single?"

"Uh, I don't know, you'll have to ask him-"

The third one cut me off, "Who's the red hair'd piece of meat you're always around?"

I cringed and gave the girl a look of disgust when she called Michael a 'piece of meat".

"Michael, and he's my brother." I said as they anxiously waited for answers.

"Oh!" The third one continued, "then you should know if he's available then."

Ashton laughed light-heartedly as I buried my face in my hands.