Choice // m.c

3

'ring' 'ring'

The sound of my phone buzzing indicating I had a call woke me and I went to see the caller but I didn't recognize it.

"um hello?"

I said as I pressed answer and after a couple of seconds a reply was heard.

"oh hey hot stuff"

I was confused for a second before slowly saying.

"Michael, why are you calling and how did you get my number?"

I could hear his chuckle through the static of the phone.

"Ashton and I don'know just wanna talk I guess,"

I scoffed.

"At 5:00 am? Seriously I was having a good sleep and why me?"

There was a pause before he sighed a little and was a bit quieter now.

"Because you seem cool,"

"Well what was wrong with me the first 4 years we've sorta known each other,"

"I guess I've never gotten the courage to ask for your number,"

I laughed slightly. Michael clifford, shy talking to a girl, ok this is a prank.

"well it's not that hard just ask I would've said yes if you asked nicely,"

"Ok then Kennedy, can I have your number?"

"Well it's to late now so sure?"

It came out more like a high pitched question and I mentally slapped myself in the face.

"Cool well I'll see you on the bus K?"

I bit my lip and slowly replied with a "k" and hung up. Well now I'm awake.

I slowly got up from my bed and started my daily routine. I picked out a decent outfit consisting of a simple jean jacket, black skater skirt with tights, and a black crop top showing off my belly button ring.

I looked at my self once and shrugged my shoulders. I reached for my black doc martins and headed downstairs to see my brother reading the paper and my mother watching CSI. The usual.

I grabbed an apple and my backpack and headed out the door no one saying a word. I ran down the street to the bus stop once I checked my phone.

7:15

The bus would be here any minute and I saw Ashton and he gave me a smile then a confused look.

"What?"

"Oh um nothing I um.."

His cheeks became bright pink and he looked away. I made a confused look as well as I looked down to see my shirt was completely see through showing my black lace bra in which barely covered me,

"Fucking hell,"

I muttered under my breath as I quickly button upped my jean jacket.

"Am I good,"

Ashton said in a muffled voice, his hands covering his face.

"Your clear,"

I mumbled as I looked down at the ground and I felt a drop of water on the back of my head. Oh great.

Soon enough that drop became a freaking storm as water consumed the last of my vision. Luckily the bus showed up and Ashton and I quickly shuffled in taking a seat near the back of the bus next to a couple other kids.