The World As It Is ; m.c.

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Certain

adjective

1. known for sure; established beyond doubt.

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I was sitting in class again, listening to my History teacher give one of his famous lectures. They were well known for being long and turning into history itself. The class hadn't been completely awful, but that was partly because Dawn had taken the class with me. Sitting next to me, helping to pass the time.

I looked at the empty desk next to me, angry again at how she'd left without saying goodbye. Now she was gone and this class sucked completely.

I had Mikey though.

At least there was that.

The only problem would be that he still had no clue about the situation I was in. He had no clue that I had been awake, that I had heard or that I knew now that my best friend was in love with me. Michael didn't know any of this.

Michael also didn't know that I had figured out a way to deal with this. A way without falling or breaking.

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In another class, Michael was sitting next to Calum. He was contemplating texting Sophia, knowing she was in History class. After Dawn had moved, the classes that Sophia and her had shared had become harder for Sophia. Michael knew that, and it bothered him to think she was sitting in a class alone and hurt.

Michael pulled out his phone, but Calum took it from him, holding it away from Michael so he couldn't reach it.

"You're not texting her right now," He told him, putting Michael's phone into his own pocket.

"I was just going to say hi," Michael whined, "now give me back my phone, you ass."

"No, that's exactly why I'm not letting you text her," Calum said, "if you're going to text her, you better say more than hi."

Michael glared at Calum, he knew what Calum was wanting him to do. He just couldn't do it, not yet. He didn't know how to.

Michael loved Sophia and he didn't know that she knew that. Everyone else seemed to know though; Calum, Luke and Ashton had tried to convince him to do something about it since they had found out about it. Now, Calum was hiding Michael's phone until he agreed to do what the guys had told him to do. It was an awful plan in Michael's opinion, but the guys kept bugging him to do it for them.

"I'm not doing it," Michael muttered, "give me my phone though."

"Not until you say you'll do it," Calum replied, staring straight ahead.

"Just give me back my phone," Michael whispered to Calum, staring at the front of the class as well, so their teacher wouldn't call them out.

"No," Calum whispered back.

"Fine, I'll do it," Michael agreed, instantly regretting it. Calum smirked at him, handing back Michael's phone with pride.

"Do it soon," He told him, smiling to himself as he texted Ashton and Luke to tell them he had finally gotten Michael to agree.

Michael thought about what he had agreed to do, feeling anxious about it. He decided he would do it that night, so the guys would stop bugging him about it, but the idea of doing it that night scared him. He didn't know what to do, he was so confused.

He didn't do it that night, he didn't do it the next night either. He didn't do it soon, like Calum had told him to. No time had seemed like the right time, and before he knew it, it was the end of the school year and Grade Eleven was done, the summer just beginning.