Turned, Twisted, and Tossed Around

Secrets

The next day I walked to school alone, because Michael called in sick, but I knew better. I went into homeroom and noticed that the New Girl wasn't present either. I grew a bit suspicious, but I didn't let it get any bigger than the size of a (really) fat mouse. When it was finally time for lunch, I noticed a group of popular girls gossiping. I tried to ignore them, but still managed to heard "Sexy as fuck" and "This guy I.."

I slowly walked to the lunch room, and I realized who they were talking about. There was a new kid, and he was alright looking, but of course couldn't even compare to Michael. Of course I wouldn't have realized him earlier,  because he wasn't even in my homeroom, which meant that he wasn't my problem. I saw this guy from all the way at the end of the Mess Hall, surrounded by teenagers.  The New Boy was flirting with the girls, a real player. Males like that make the top of my "People I Hate" list. (I actually do have a list, but I think I lost it.) Currently the New Girl stole 2nd place, first being our school librarian. (She's old, rude, mean, and told me I'm missing books that I haven't even checked out.) After I finished eating my lunch, I threw my garbage into the trash. Then I leaned over to pick up a napkin. A whistle erupted from behind me as felt a small tingle in the back of my head. I stood up properly, and turned around to find the New Boy staring at me. Rather..the back of my jeans. I turned around with a shrug, and began walking toward my next class.

The New Boy followed me from a distance as I attempted to make Chemistry on time. He finally caught me, and tapped my right shoulder. At first, I'd thought Michael, but he wasn't even here today. I turned around, and stared into New Boy's almond shaped eyes, that were the color of a dirty fire. He had dark blond hair, and a cruel, wide, grin. "I'm new..and I have a feeling that you want to escort me to my next class." He breathed the words on to me, making my face flush, and very bones tremble. "Look here, stranger, I don't even know you." Liam smiled. "That makes the perfect opportunity. You can call me Liam. When can I call you?"  I sighed, now annoyed. "I have lots of nick names, but not a single name that my parents stick to. Liam's smile grew wider, and I noticed that he only had one dimple. "I must call you something, is there a name you prefer?" His teeth were slightly crooked, but were stainless. I managed my mouth to form words. "Mell." I was such a big, fat liar. None of my nicknames begin with "M". . . Liam's smile lost some color, but he continued the conversation. "I just moved down onto...Rooseville Rode I believe..." No. Way. I live on Kent, and Rooseville is an estimated walk of about 1 minute. "That's nice.." I said sarcastically. I sighed. "So what class do you have next? Or do you really know where it is, and you just wanted to start some kind of conversation with me?" He paused for a moment, and then shrugged. "The second one if I remember correctly." I sighed again and mumbled something about wasting of my time.

I found out that the New Girl's name was some type of food that starts with "m" like Muffin, but I'm calling her MAN-Go. Mango has serious relationship issues though, cause she keeps glaring at me, and then looking pissed off. Would someone tell me what I had done to make her so? I'm not saying that I would be sorry once I find out, but I'm a tad bit curious. Mango kept flirting with Liam, which somehow annoys me, even though both of those humans end up annoying me. Liam ended up walking me home, well he didn't really walk me, because I will not be walked by any living nor non living organism. (With the exception of Michael) . Liam just ended up walking beside me, its not like I wanted to...or anything. Even if he's somewhat handsome, and cracks a few jokes, I remain single. Unless of course Michael pops into the equation.

After Liam left me, I walked up to Michael's front porch.

I knocked on the door, and when nobody answered, I let myself in. I walked silently, and noticed that this was the first time I've been in Michael's house. His house was quiet like the dead, with no sounds what so ever. It felt wrong for me to be here, I felt like an outsider. I walked around the corner of the hallway, and saw a door slightly open. I walked towards it cautiously, focusing on each little step I took forward. I pushed the door open, and found Michael sleeping on his bed, listening to his silver iPod Nano. His hair was messed up, and his clothes were wrinkled. From the looks for it, Michael seemed to be perfectly fine.  I didn't want to disturb his rest, so I decided to leave him be. Then his eyes flickered open, and locked with mine. Michael looked startled, and then confused. He streached, and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He kept staring at me, so I broke the awkwardness. "Hi, I um wanted to see if you were feeling better." His green eyes blinked a few times until he was sure I was there. He yawned, and sat up in his bed. Michael's face was a few shades lighter, but other than that he looked fine. "No one opened the door, so I decided to come in. . .Sorry for waking you up. ." Michael shook his head, "Nah. . .It's fine. .I guess I woke up myself. How was school?" I gave an automatic answer. "Long, but I survived." He smiled, lighting up his whole face. "Its a miracle." I returned an easy smile. "Anything new?" I shook my head, "Not really. . .Are you okay? Want me to make you something to eat?" Michael started to shake his head, but then changed his mind. "Alright. . .Kitchen is downstairs." My eyebrows shot up, "In the basement?" He shrugged, making his brown hair move slightly to the left.