As Red As It Gets (MichaelMellxReader)

Chapter Twenty Four: Your shot

The hallways seemed freezing as the chill last fall became worse, leaving students to wear much more clothing than usual–which also resulted me into wearing more than my usual tee and hoodie–No one knows why the school won't turn the heater on and honestly, everyone is complaining.

I felt the coldness of the metal of the locker under my finger tips as I opened mine for a small folded paper to fall out.

A sigh came out of my lips.

As time went by, more letters would end up in my hands. At first, I thought nothing of it as though it was just a small, fresh and non-special crush but whoever this was, is sending gifts like it was christmas everyday.

Small notes. If it wasn't that, it would be real letters then white roses. Michael immediately flashed into my mind but I knew this wouldn't be something he would do. Why would he? He only sees me as someone who's as close enough to Jeremy.

Come to think of it, It couldn't be Nick because it still continued on even after I ditched him at the party.

What? Yes, it was douchey to do so but Michael needed me.

We bumped into each other in the hallways, so I apologized for leaving. He said it was cool and he'd be down for another time. How nice, 4 months in this new place and I'm already fucking up so I doubt if it was Nick, then he'd be avoiding me right now.

Actually, to say Michael was the only close guy friend I have is a total lie. Sure, Jeremy is cool and whatever but he's not actually the guy I'd hang out with alone if neither Michael or Christine were there.

But lately, Nick and I have been growing a bit close. Every now and then, Michael seemed to have lost time when it comes to me. It wasn't his fault though. I mean, why would a sudden disappearance of an essay he clearly passed be his fault? Why would his mother call him for an overtime at their store be his fault? Why would his Pt Cruiser suddenly get busted when I asked to get a ride be his fault?

I know all of it sounds weird to be the truth but I trust him enough for him not to abandon me. After all, we did promise each other...right? Or was I the only one who actually said the words "I wouldn't dream of leaving you"?

My hands tugged on the hem of the denim jacket I was wearing over my hoodie, seeing as it feels necessary. I scratched on the fabric, memories in my head appeared where my cousins would comment on how I dressed, saying I look like a tomboy years ago.

I scoffed.

Well atleast I can get guys even if I look like one.

Random comebacks I should've said flooded my mind, taking my attention off of the note I held until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Another one, huh?" I nodded, sighing at Christine. The method's sweet not gonna lie but why won't this person just say the sweet words to me face to face.

Today wasn't any different, for a white note with writings in blue pen was slid in my locker. Same paper, same penmanship, different message. Some were just sweet poems or messages while others were coincidently lyrics from several of my favorite songs.

"Sad to say, I feel nothing. Flattered but nothing else and I don't know why, Christine. Something like this is supposed to thrill a girl but why am I not" I blow a strand out of my face, slamming the metal door shut and leaning against it.

"Maybe because something else thrills you and by something else, I mean someone" Christine's eyes flicker between me and something behind my back. I follow her gaze to see Michael walking with Jeremy on their way to us.