Shy Whispers || Michael Clifford

5

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Chapter 5

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"So how are you?" Michael asks as I make my way to my seat.

I put my stuff on the table and sit down, grinning at him. "Not bad. You?"

"Okay."

He nods and goes back to his own food. He's done this everyday for the past few days. He asks me how I am at the beginning of lunch and then lets me do my own thing. It's really nice actually. Maybe we can be friends.

I haven't felt like reading these past few weeks. I usually read when I'm upset and it's actually been pretty sunny in Cecelia world. I get out my brown bag and open up my lunch. I've started packing a granola bar along with my apple since the granola bar incident.

I tap a beat on the table as I unwrap my bar. Another tap sounds across the table and I chuckle as I look at Michael. He grins as we make up a little beat together.

"Hey Mikey." We get interrupted from an Asian looking guy walking over to him. I flash him one last smile and get back to eating - I don't want to pry into his conversations.

"You wanna practice with me after school?" The other kid asks, sitting down across from Michael. Practice? Does Michael play a sport? Of course he's good at sports; he's good at everything. Though I would've never pegged him as a sporty guy. I guess I don't actually know a lot about him.

"Is Hemmings gonna be there?" Michael growls.

My ears perk up when I hear Luke's last name.

"Yeah.."

"Then no chance." Okay so Michael clearly doesn't like Luke. I wonder if it has something to do with that scuffle they had the other day.

"C'mon, man this is stupid."

"Calum, I'll only practice with you if he doesn't go." His voice is stern, obviously getting annoyed from the constant banter.

At least now I know his name is Calum.

"What about you come to my house later then?" Calum asks, placing his hands on the table in front of him.

"Without him?"

"Yeah."

"Alright, sounds good to me," Michael agrees and gives him a little smile.

"Cool. I'll see you later then," The guy says and walks away. He makes his way back to Luke's table and sits down next to him.

Luke's looks at him and says something really quick, but Calum just shakes his head. Luke's face falls and he looks over towards my table. His gaze falls on Michael for a second, and then he turns to me and sends me a smile.

I smile back and quickly open my backpack, grabbing my phone.

Luke acknowledged my existence. That sounds really sad, but I like him okay? Plus we haven't talked in so long, and I thought he forgot about me.

'Do you remember Luke?' I smile as my fingers fly to each key.

'Yeah weren't you like obsessed with him?'

I guess you could say I was obsessed with him awhile ago. Back when I actually believed I had a chance. Oh, how wrong I was.

'Yeah, whatever. Anyway he smiled at me'

'GETTIN IT!'

I chuckle at her text and type back, 'I hope so ;)'

'Seems like Michael has some competition'

'SHUT UP' I say. I can feel my cheeks heating up.

'Awh <3 you like him'

'Stop!!'

'But don't worry, he likes you too!'

'How do you even know that. You've never met him'

'Just trust me on this, Cecelia. I'm a professional love doctor'

'Oh yeah, how are you and your boyfriend?' I say, mentally face palming.

The past few weeks we've done nothing but talk about my problems. I want to make sure she's okay too. After all, we both suffer from mental illnesses; we need to look after each other. I shouldn't have been so selfish.

'We're really good!'

'Did he do anything romantic lately?' I ask, thinking about his rose proposal.

'I mean we had sex last night..'

'Shut up.'

I lock my phone and pick up my trash, walking behind Michael and towards the front of the room.

"Hey, Cecelia," Michael says and stands up. I turn around to face him, already a quarter of the way there. "I can take it up if you want."

My cheeks redden and my fingers start to fiddle with each other. I don't know why though. I mean I guess he's being really nice but my face needs to calm down. I don't like him like that.

"It's fine, really. I can do it," I say politely and start walking back towards the front of the room.

My trash is ripped out of my hands and I turn around to see Michael, a couple inches from me.

"Let me do it."

I can't seem to find any words to reply to him. He grins at me and walks to the front of the room with my trash in hand.

I watch his figure walk away from me and shift my gaze over to Luke's table. He has a hard expression on his face as he watches Michael throw away my trash. I snap out of my daze and walk back to my table and sit down.

Do Michael and Luke hate each other that much? And why do I have a feeling that it has something to do with me?

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A/N~ Two chapters in one day woo! I really hope you guys are enjoying it so far

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