Michael's P.O.V:
Damn. Late for school again. Perfect. Oh well. I glanced over my schedule to see my first class. Language Arts. Great. I walked into my class as everyone stared at me. My teacher looked up an pointed me to a chair in the back. I rolled my eyes and went to sit. I looked to my right. There she was.
She was sitting perfect. Her dark brown eyes looked over at me. She smiled slightly. I just sat there and stared at her. She whispered something.
"Uhm, shouldn't you be paying attention?" Her eyes solemn as she looked at me.
"Oh, uhm. Yeah. Probably." Shit. Lost my cool too fast. It seemed like in no time, she was packing up her things and the bell rang. As I nearly lost my grip, I grabbed her shoulder.
"Oh! Uhm, hi." She sounded so sweet.
"Can I iuhm, have your, uhh, number?" Dang! Why can't I stop stuttering?
"Well, uhm, yeah. Sure." She took my phone and put her name and number in. I done the same with hers. When we traded phones again, she waved and left. I ran through the halls. I had to find Calum.
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Loosing My Grip
FanfictionA Muke Fanfic When Luke meets the girl of his dreams, could it ruin his and Michael's friendship forever? Or will it?
