Always M.C.

Chapter Five

"Michael, we need to talk." I turned to face him, turning the tv off.

"Hey!"

"Michael!" My voice pushed.

"Okay what?" he snapped, giving in.

"Um well. Michael you kissed me. Twice. And then you called me hot. I'm not sure what's going on."

"I don't know what you're-"

"Cut the shit Michael. Just tell me what's going on. You're acting strange, I am completley flustered." I gushed. "Just-" but I had run out of words.

"Scar, I don't really know what's going on with me right now. I'm getting night tremors again. I just want to cry and sleep all day. I'm not even sad, I just want to cry. And right now, I just need you to be my friend." It sounded like he was accusing me of coming onto him and I didn't like it.

"Michael. You came onto me, remember?"

"If that makes you feel better than, yes I did." he lied. He was lying, straight to my face. Which was absolutley crazy.

"Oh my-. What are you even talking about?"

"Well you actually did come onto me. I'll explain-"

"No I didn't-" I fought back.

"But you did, see-"

"No! No! I don't need you to 'explain" anything. Bye Michael!" I picked up by back pack and walked straight out his front door. How could he even come up with such a thing? For him to 'explain' something like that was just obsurd. He kissed me. He told me he loved me. I didn't do anything. Minus the fact that I asked him to kiss me again. But he started it!

I wanted to make him mad. I wanted to make him so mad. I went to my apartment first. I changed my whole face. My makeup took about an hour but I still had the same gut-wrenching rage and motivation as I did when I started. I lightly curled my long dark brown hair. My breasts were pulled up into a push-up bra and a strapless red dress was pulled over my head. I nodded my head in approvel as I headed out my front door. It wasn't too much to be honest. The dress wasn't very formal, I had worn it to school before.

OKAY GUYS. SO UM I KNOW MICHAEL IS OLDER THAN HIM BUT UH NOT TODAY.\

I walked across the street and down about three city blocks. I took two right turns and landed myself at a very familar house. It belonged to a boy he was older than Michael and I by two years. He has hitted on me many times before but I didn't pay much attention to it. I mean he was a good looking seventeen year old. This boy, was, hot. I confidently walked right up to his front door and knocked three short times. The door swung open.

"Hi." I giggled letting my coat swing open to reveal my clevage.

"Hi." he breathed starring directly at them. "Come in." he motioned letting the door swing open. I glided past him.

"So, Scarlett. Where's Mike?"

"I don't know." My answer obviously shocked him, I had been with him every second possible since like birth. "Anyway." I said sitting on his bed. I had been to his house plenty of times. Everything looked quite fimilar.

"Look, I don't know what's going on."

"Luke listen." I spoke as he planted himself next to me on the bed. "I just thought 'Hey I miss Luke.' And then I came over here. That's really all." I looked down at his lips noticing a small black ring around it. "Nice lip ring." I leaned closer. You look kinda, punk rock." And with those words Luke rushed his face into mine, kissing me passionatly.