Dani's pov:
The next day I still haven't heard anything about Jace. I'm really worried about him, he hasn't done anything like this before. Of course I can't spend all day worrying because school is still a thing.
I put on some black skinny jeans, All Time Low shirt, black hoodie, and black combat boots then eat a quick breakfast. I'm not in a good mood today so if anybody tries to talk to me they'll be sorry.
When the bus pulls up I sit in my normal spot and to my surprise Michael sits next to me. I'm still not in a people mood so I feel bad for him if he decides to speak.
"Hey I met you yesterday right? Sorry for running into you," he chuckles.
"It's fine," I mumble.
"I'm sorry did I do something wrong?" Michael asks confused.
"No, I'm just not in the mood right now," I snap, glaring at him.
"Okay sorry, I was just trying to be nice. Cool All Time Low shirt by the way," he throws his hands up in defeat.
I look up at his greenish blue eyes and feel the guilt swallowing me whole. I stare back down at my hands and start to fiddle with my fingers.The rest of the way to school I sit in silence awkwardly shifting every once in a while.
Once the bus finally pulls up to school everybody gets off. I make my way to my locker and grab all my things I need for first period. I get into the classroom and find that my normal seat in the back is taken by Emma. I look around and find that the only available seat is by Michael. I sigh and slam my books on the desk.
"Holy shit!" Michael jumps back in his seat. "Didn't think I'd see you again today," he rolls his eyes.
"What happened to trying to be nice?" I glare at him.
"I gave that up this morning when you snapped at me," Michael snaps at me, ironically.
"Well sorry that I absolutely hate the world," I say annoyed.
"Oh trust me, I do too!" Michael practically yells.
"No talking in my class you two, detention right after school!" our geometry teacher announces.
"Fuck you," I mutter.
"No thank you," he replies laughing.
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At lunch time I sit where I normally sit, isolated from the rest of humanity and sit and eat the school's shitty pizza. Why haven't I thought of just bringing my own lunch? Wow that would really help.
I feel the table jiggle a bit and I look to my left to see Michael sitting there.
"What makes you think you can sit here?" I raise my eyebrow annoyed with him already.
"Well I thought that if we were going to be detention buddies then we should get to know each other," he shrugs staring at me while biting into his sandwich.
"Why would you wa-"
"Chocolate or vanilla?" Michael cuts in obviously not caring at what I was going to say.
"What?" I stare at him blankly.
"Do you prefer chocolate or vanilla ice cream?" he repeats setting down his sandwich. "You can tell a lot about a person by what kind of ice cream they prefer."
"Well between those two it's vanilla, but overall it's cookies and cream," I reply leaning back in my chair.
"Hold on I looked this up earlier," Michael says grabbing out his phone.
"You wha-"
"Here it is. If you like vanilla that means that you are a colorful, impulsive, idealistic risk-taker," Michael nods looking at his phone. "Wait what the fuck do these words even mean?"
"Idiot," I cough.
"Says who?" Michael sasses me.
"Says the AP English student," I scoff picking up my chocolate milk. "What does it mean if you like chocolate?"
"Well I like chocolate and it says," Michael pauses to look at his phone. "I'm flirtatious, seductive, lively, charming, dramatic, and gullible," he smirks.
"Does it seriously say that?" I laugh grabbing his phone. It actually does. "Well the last two are on point."
"I am not dramatic!" Michael exclaims putting his hand over his heart.
"You sure about that?" I roll my eyes.
"Yes I'm fucking sure!" he almost screams.
"Definitely," I respond standing up to go put my tray away.
I get back and Michael is sitting there completely quiet.
"You okay?" I ask, genuinely concerned about the loud annoying boy being quiet for once.
"I'm not dramatic," he whispers.
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Once it's the end of the day I get my stuff then go to detention because of Michael.
"Hi!" he smiles waving at me. I roll my eyes and sit as far away from him as possible.
"I'll be back in ten minutes, just need to get some papers. Don't leave and no talking," the teacher says strictly before walking out of the room. I get out my geometry homework and start to stare at the papers confused. I've always hated math.
"We never finished getting to know each other at lunch," Michael says popping up beside me.
"Fuck off," I mutter.
"Everything was going fine at lunch what's wrong now?" he sighs sitting next to me.
"I'm fine," I lie, sighing.
"You don't seem fine," Michael replies.
I look up from my book and look him straight in the eyes, "I said I'm fine, so if you can't respect my privacy then get out of my business. I'm not going to share personal information with somebody I just met, especially since you are acting really pushy and are really irritating me."
"So you don't trust me?" he raises his voice.
"I just met you of course I don't trust you!" I reply, setting my pencil down.
"What? It's not like I'm going to pretend to be you and rob a service station."
Fuck.
"You don't know who I am, and you don't know anything about me," I say my voice shaky. "So please just move across the room before I scream."
Michael rolls his eyes and moves across the room back to his original seat.
"Oh, and now we are going to miss the bus and have to walk home! Thanks so much!" Michael yells at me from across the room.
"How the hell is this my fault?" I slam my textbook on the desk.
"Well you kind of chose to sit beside me in geometry which then caused me to be surprised and talk to you which caused this and this is causing me to have to walk home!"
"Sorry that there were no more seats left!" I say sarcastically. "Now please just shut the fuck up I'm getting a headache."
Can I please punch this boy in the face?
(A/N):
Michael, Michael, Michael.
Well I'm just going to go watch The Secret Life of the American Teenager until I fall asleep.
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~jolie <3
