Sorry, Dad~Punk Michael Clifford FanFic~

Sorry,Dad~Chapter Seven~

{Three Days Later}

Sophia

I lay,curled in a ball of sheets just thinking about what happened.

I hadn't gone to school because I was too afraid to face him.

It's stupid but I just don't want to see him.

I didn't know what was going on,I didn't think about anything then.

I could remember the taste of his lips and the soft touch and the way we fit like puzzle pieces.

I could remember the feeling he gave me when he touched me and how fear took over it.

"Hey. You alive in there?" Esme asked as she tapped my blanket.

"No." I groaned.

"You want to stay home?" She asked.

"No." I groaned again.

"You want to talk about it?" She asked while looking at my face.

I haven't told her anything but she assumed the worst happened.

"No." I groaned and rolled over to face my window.

"You want a new car?" She asked and I could almost hear the smirk on her face.

I perked up and turned to look at her and she had a smirk on her face.

"I do too." She said while patting my hand.

"Get some rest." She said and kissed my forehead.

She walked out of the room and shut the door gently.

I cuddled back into my bed and pulled the blankets back around me so I could get some sleep but Michael was on my mind.

His stupidly adorable smile.

'Stop thinking about him!?!'

But I couldn't.

Michael

How could I go from friend to douche in just a few seconds?

I groaned and put my head to my desk with my arms in my hair.

"Mr.Clifford,pay attention." The teacher said and I looked up at the board.

It was like the letters were in a different language because I couldn't understand any of it.

My mind wandered back to Soph.

We weren't even friends for more than 2 days?!

I groaned again and tried to focus on the work.

I could still hear her voice.

I could still feel her kiss.

I could still taste her on my lips.

I could still see her face when I touched her.

'Stop thinking about her!?'

But I couldn't.

Des

I just want to best the crap out of him.

Soph is one of my best friends.

I love her like a sister and I would do anything for her.

"Des,pay attention." Rebeca nudged my arm and pointed to the board.

"Sorry." I whispered back and looked ahead at the board and copied down some notes.

After School