DM's || Michael Clifford (Completed)

4. Trust.

When your alarm went off in the morning you felt tired. For some reason you weren't looking forward to today. Tuesdays were the worst. So you thought, anyway. You looked around and saw that Frankie wasn't in your room and your door was slightly open. You thought he probably went out to go for a wee. You crawled out of bed and looked for some clothes to wear. You found a purple strappy top and some black leggings and you chucked them on. You really wasn't going to make an effort today. You threw your long hair up into a bun and left your room, taking your guitar with you. As you walked down stairs you saw Frankie sitting at the bottom.

"Frankie? What's up?" You asked, you felt like something was wrong. You picked him up and carried on down your second set of stairs. You headed towards the kitchen and saw that it was empty. Where was everybody? You walked over to the fridge to see if there was a note left for you. And there was-

Y/n, we're at the hospital with Seb and El, find your own way to college
Dad x

Hospital? What was wrong with them? Oh, you knew today wasn't going to be good. You now had to find your own way to college and the college was about a mile away, maybe even more. If you started walking now you'd be late. So you decided to bike. You strapped your guitar to your back before leaving your house on your bike. You really was not enjoying this. You only just made it to college in time. You locked your bike up and headed to your class. Sure enough you had a substitute teacher. Just brilliant.

"You're going to be working in pairs today, you can pick them. You need to write a song about your partner." Your sub said. You rolled your eyes and began to rub your forehead with your fingers.

"I want to go with y/n." Someone said, you recognised their voice and you mentally screamed. You looked up to see the boy you punched in the face yesterday smiling at you. His nose was kind of crooked now. You smirked at him.

"Sorry love, what you want you don't get." You snapped. Making Jacob laugh.

"Sorry love, but everyone else is already paired up." He snapped back, matching your tone. Your smile faded and you removed your bag from the seat next to you.

"Sit down then, you're making the place look untidy." You replied. Jacob took his seat. You cringed, he smelt awful. It was some kind of cheap aftershave and it smelt like he'd been downed in it. He leaned closer to you.

"Remember the good old days babe?" He asked. You cringed as you recalled them. You dated Jacob back in high school for about 2 years. He used to be okay back then, until you found out that he only wanted you for sex. And you gave it to him, being the fool you were. When you're a fifteen year old girl and somebody says they love you, you're going to believe them. But the tables have turned and you just can't stand him. You dumped him in front of everybody at the start of year 11. He still hasn't forgiven you, but really it is him that was in the wrong.

"I remember the good old days being those when you didn't call me babe." You told him as you looked at him.

"That was smooth y/n, but I will win you over." He laughed. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Oh really?" You asked, he nodded and tried to look seductive as he put his hand on your thigh. You cringed before you shoved his hand off you. He only placed his hand back on your thigh and tried to trail up. You turned to him.

"Take your hand off me or I'll punch you again." You warned, and he took his hand off. He looked disappointed.

"Really.. I thought you were better than that. I thought you knew what was good for you." He said.

"What's good for me is staying away from you." You snapped as you stood up. He grabbed your hand and held you there.

"You will be mine again." He spat, making you cringe again as you looked down at him.