It's Not Her //Boyf Reinds//

Chapter Six

(IMPORTANT A/N AT THE BOTTOM)

Michael found himself outside of Jeremy's house, staring up until the dark windows.

Jeremy wasn't home. The boy was on a date with his new girlfriend, Christine.

Jeremy would not have done that for Michael.

At the thought of Christine Michael's eyes narrowed.

If Christine did not exist or go to the school, Jerermy would be his. All his.

But he could not get mad at the girl. Truly, it was not her fault. A sigh came from Michael as he pulled his hoodie tighter around him.

The house. Why Michael was standing in front of it.

He initially wanted to wait for his friend, to tell him Christine wasn't the one

But as time ticked away, the desire to tell him faded.
Maybe it was for the best that Jeremy was with Christine.
Besides, it could go down the way it did with Chloe and Brooke.
Jeremy was popular, Michael was not. Christine could give him so much, Michael could give him so little.

Then again, Jerermy was a horny bastard, so him and Christine were not that good of a match.
Michael placed a hand on the door, feeling as if this was the last time he would touch it. A tear slid down his face, feeling cool on Michael's hot skin. Memories of the past floated around in his mind, memories that would never repeat. Memories that had an end.

Michael still had friends. Friends that he could make new memories with.

But, they could never compare to Jeremy's and Michael's friendship. The two had been through so much together, only to end because one favored popularity over a true friend.
Anger filled Michael's body, his face scrunching up.

He thought Jeremy a cruel bastard, picking something that would not last over a friendship that would last.

Michael did not feel it, but miles away at the mall, a mark was changing between two colors.
Jeremy was wearing long sleeves, so he did not see it. He felt it, but he ignored it.

The corner of the mark switched between red and purple.

A few minutes past before the mark changed back to red. Michael was incapable of hating Jeremy, no matter how hard he tried.

Jeremy, on the other hand, was too blind sighted by the new things he had to really care. He, in fact, had not thought about Michael since he got his Squip. The black haired boy was merely non existent in his mind.

Memories were blocked off, the boy himself was even deleted from Jeremy's sight. The clothes he had left at his house, the presents, all gone. The Squip hid them in the shed, in a box covered in old trinkets and boards.

Calloused fingertips gently touched the purple mark, feeling the ridges of skin on the edge of the rectangle, the blood already dried.

He really did try to get rid of the mark. He really did.

The boy slowly backed away from the house. It was not of any use. There was no possible way to fix this. Fix them.

The house faded further into the background as Michael walked home, his wrist still burning from yesterday's activities.

Another terrible day. Another day of Michael being the punching bag of the school. Another day of people yelling slurs at him. Another day of having his mark.
Another day without his best friend.

Though, Michael was about to find out this was not, in fact, Another day.

"Michael!"

A quick turn of the head showed a small child, who looked young enough to be a freshman, but was actually in the same grade as himself. The kid wore a baggy hoodie with patches on it, much like Michael's. This was Cookie's step-sibling, Alex.

"Hello?" Michael replied, pulling down his headphones.

"I-I know this may sound weird, but you're my idol!"

Did Michael take too many anxiety pills last night? It sure seemed like he did.
"Uhm... what?"

"You're so amazing and cool and I wanna be like you and not care what others think of me!"

'Oh no.'

" Listen kid, I'm really flattered, but I'm definitely not someone to look up to-"

"Oh Michael, just accept it. Besides! They're very cute!"

The blonde flicked her hair back and smiled warmly at Alex. The girl always thought them nice and quiet, something Brooke wished she could be.

She took a sip of her boba tea, with her other hand, taking out a sweet and offering it to their new friend.

They smiled and took it.
" Thank you!"

Brooke nodded and patted their head.
"I'm guessing you want to hang out with us?"

They nodded eagerly.
"Then, Alex, welcome to the Loser's Club." (Not copyrighted this is different-)

They nodded again.
Michael sighed and shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket, glancing to the side as a group of loud people started walking towards them.

Brooke noticed them too and turned pale.

Jeremy, Christine, Jake, Chloe, Rich, and Cookie were coming towards them.

Jeremy wouldn't notice Michael, Chloe would give Brooke a disgusted look, and Cookie would insult Alex.

As they passed, they did as Michael expected, added that Brooke flipped Cookie off after she called Alex a series of slurs.
His gaze started to unfocus as he watched Jeremy's hand as he walked away.

Anytime they would pass in the hall and Michael had on his headphones, Jeremy would brush his hand against Michael's. It would create butterflies in Michael's stomach, only escalating when they both looked back at each other.

That movement always carried him through the day, Jeremy, carried him through the day.

... that was love, wasn't it?

He wanted to hold that hand and never let go. He wanted the hand to cup his face and wipe away tears when everything is wrong, squeeze his hand to show he was loved, to glide it's fingers through his hair while the owner thought up all the things he loved about him.

He almost felt it. A little whisp of what could have been if Michael was not scared, if Jeremy dared to be anything other than what his peers wanted.

He loved Jeremy. He had denied it for a while, but all things must come to be. He loved him more and more each time he thought those three small, but impactful words.

The boy though his heart would explode if he kept at this, but it was so hard to escape. Escape his blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled, escape the soft way he spoke when he was with his Player One.

Or, it was simply the idea and knowledge of Jeremy being his soulmate that made him feel like this.

Soulmates were naturally supposed to be attracted to each other; that is why a majority of them were already friends.
That was it. That was how he would fall out of love. Accept that fate was twisted and made him feel love all along.

Except, that would not happen. And Michael knew it deep down in his heart. He loved Jeremy, soulmates or not. He loved him, and nothing could change that.
Maybe that's why, when Michael looked up, his eyes filled with tears as he saw Jeremy staring straight at him, seeing him instead of seeing oast him.

Oh, those ocean eyes.

Michael swore he saw the sorrow and regret in them.

AY LOOK I'M NOT DEAD!

So uh, been a while, huh? Seven months.
Yeeeaaahhh writers block sucks. But, it was also because I was busy, with school starting and the important stuff that's going on in the world and America right now.
I can't promise a regular schedule, but I can promise that this book will be done by the time I graduate.

That's all, bye!~