Funky Punk {mgc au}

I make my way down the hallway with books in my arms along with my schedule and locker information. I keep brushing up against other students because of the limited amount of space in the halls and as I walk I accidentally run into someone and my books fall to the ground

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry..." I mumble nervously and we both duck down to get the books, bumping heads

"Ow" he mutters and I look to see who I ran into and I'm face to face with the most beautiful boy I've ever seen.

His hair is blue, his eyes are green galaxies, and his pale skin is scattered with ink all over his arms. He wears a Zeppelin shirt paired with some ripped black skinny jeans. A slight hint of cigarettes and cologne cloud over him.

"I-I'm sorry" I stutter and he laughs

"You already said that babe" he says looking at me and I catch his thick Australian accent. He picks up my books "here"

I take my books and bite my lip

"Are you new? I don't think I've seen you around here before" We both get up from the ground

"Um, yeah, it's my first day, sorry for running into you and thanks for picking up my things" my cheeks feel hot

"Stop saying sorry, it's really no problem...?"

"Uh Dakota" I mumble

"That's a cool name, I'm Michael" he flashes me a smile

I return one back "I like your little punk style thing you've got going" I mumble "it's funky" I say quietly

"It's what?" He furrows his eyebrows "funky?"

I bite my lip "you're a funky punk"

He laughs "That's clever, I'd like whatever the fuck you're on to be able to come up with that"

I giggle and get a boost of confidence "Well then I guess you'll have to give me your number"

He looks at me and grins "Smooth"

[WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL, VERBAL, AND PHYSICAL ABUSE]