Shy Whispers || Michael Clifford

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Chapter 3

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I pull out Anna and the French Kiss. I haven't read it in such a while. I open up to where the bookmark is and start reading. As soon as I read the first sentence, my phone buzzes next to me. I groan and close my book, picking up my phone, and reading the message from Julia.

'Are you and Michael dating yet?'

I roll my eyes and type back, 'no stop with the Michael thing.'

'ugh fine. So how are you?'

'Well you just interrupted my reading, but fine' I reply and reach behind me to check that my bun is still in tact.

My hair is always up in either buns or ponytails. It keeps it out my my face for reading and taking notes. That's what school's all about, isn't it? Besides, I'm definitely not trying to impress anyone.

'Oh my god do you still read that dumb book over and over?'

'Shush I'm training my romance skills'

'Well obviously it's not working ;)'

"Hey," I hear Michael say and I look over to him, still smiling from my conversation with Julia.

"Hm?" I ask, putting down my phone on the table.

"Do you not have a lunch today?" he asks, looking at my backpack briefly.

"Uh.. no. But I had a big breakfast, so I'm alright," I lie and smile softly.

"Are you sure? You can have my granola bar or my chips or I'll even give you my sandwich if you really want-"

I smile at him. He holds out his hand and points to a finger whenever he rambles on about another piece of food he could give me. I better shut him up.

"I'm fine, Michael. Really," I say and nod towards him. "But thank you."

I look back down at my phone. I can still feel Michael's eyes on me, but I don't look up.

'Ey I just had a convo with Michael so who needs the training now, son,' I text Julia.

'And...?'

'He just asked me if I had a lunch. No biggie'

'Uh actually that is a biggie. He cares about you'

'Definitely not' I type out and send.

A granola bar slides over to my hands. I look over at Michael and he's looking down at his phone, trying to keep a straight face, but a small smile peeks through. I look down at it and sigh.

"I don't want it," I say to him and slide it back.

I look back down at my phone when the granola bar hits my hand again, and I turn to Michael. He simply looks at it, looks me in the eyes, and then continues on his phone.

There's a little note written on it. I rip it off of the granola bar and open it up slowly.

'I know you don't want to but please eat :)'

What the fuck.

Does Michael care about me? We've only talked like two times. What Julia said was kind of right. No one ever cares that I don't eat. At least if they do, they never do anything about it. I said no to Michael's food before, yet he didn't stop. I guess he really does want me to eat something.

How is he so adorable? I mean really, that's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me in quite some time. He's already shown me that he cares that I eat, but how did he manage to do it in the cutest way possible?