Chapter 2: "Frickle Frackle."
It was lunch, meaning I'll have to walk between sweaty and horny teen bodies. I roll my eyes as I notice a familiar blonde haired boy on my locker, trying to get a girl to 'fricle frackle' with him.
"Excuse me." I state out simply with a blank expression. He looks over his shoulder and smiles at me.
"Just a second, babe." He said with a wink at the end; relying on his arm that is on my locker, so like any other normal human being would, I push down his arm so he loses his balance.
"I'm not your 'babe' and I won't wait a second for you to get off of my property. If you're trying to hook up with a girl then go to a fucking graveyard, you might get some action there for once." I spat out with quite a bit of anger laced in my tone. I gain some cheers from the groups around us, the girl no longer near my locker. I turn around to my locker and open it with the combination, I tilt my head to where Michael was, only to feel a slam on the locker besides me, causing me to flinch.
"Listen here little girl, I told you to wait and now my chance has gone to actually have some fun tonight." He growls at with anger and hatred laced in his veins, this didn't really bother since I know he's just a little fetus in disguise.
"Little girl? I'm only three r four inches shorter than you, don't boost up your ego that much doll. And plus she wouldn't have gained that much from you, I heard it was like a pecker anyways." I reply, sticking out my pinky finger for the last bit. I hear more cheers coming out; I notice his face going a shade of red that I've never seen before.
"I suggest that you and your little friend piss off before you lose your manhood; not that there's much to lose anyway." I say, looking him up and down. And before turning around I catch a glimpse of his eyes and notice them looking shinier than before, almost as if they were glazed over.
"You're a bitch." Is all that leaves his lips, before leaving he slams the locker again but harder and more angrier, causing me to flinch again. He walks off with an angry posture and shoving people out of his way.
Is it just me, or did I just see him almost cry in front of me.
I begin to feel guilt built up in me, I ditch my lunch and close my locker. Instead I make my way to the girls bathrooms and lock myself in one of the stalls, I don't cry but instead just sit there and re-think everything I said and eventually regret every second of it.
It was at least twenty to thirty minutes later that I come out to go to my music class, I was a few minutes early and I realized that Michael, Calum and Luke were in there. I ignored them, but they clearly didn't ignore me, heir gaze burned into my head but so did the guilt. I tried my best to ignore it, but it didn't work; I kept on glancing over to them as if they were the most eye-catching objects in the room. Eventually catching Michaels gaze, I guess he noticed my somewhat droopy and damp eyes; since his expression went from somewhat confused and angry to just worried. I look away at an instant and continue to put the headphones on, that are connected to the keyboard. I carry to play a few random melodies whilst the class fills up with pupils, my shoulder gets tapped on and I look up to see Billie; one of my closest friends. That kind of reminds me, I haven't seen all day until now.
"I heard what happened at lunch worth you and Blondie over there." She says whilst I take off my headphones, she sits down and turns to me.
"What happened exactly?" she asks, her brows slightly furrowed.
"Genuinely all he did was flirting with smirk on my locker and one thing led to another and I basically lashed out on him." I respond and sigh at the end of the somewhat long explanation, she nods and still looks at me.
"What?" I ask, my brows stitched together but a small smile creeps up on the corner of lips
"I don't know. Nothing." She says looking back down at her music notebook, I do the same and the lesson carries on with a few chats here and there. Along with a few glances between me and Michael, I was devastated especially when I remembered what I said.
An hour later me and Billie were walking to her house so I can get my clothes back from last week's sleepover.
"I feel like I should apologize to Michael." I blurt out to Billie as she packs up the clothes in my bag.
"You what?" She asks, shooting her head towards me.
"Genuinely, Bil. He might be an asshole but I swear I saw him almost cry in front of me and that kind of drew the line." I respond feeling guilt creeping up on me, she nods to my suggestion.
"If that feels right to you then go on, but if he snaps at you don't come running to me complaining about it." It sounded harsh but her statement is real and understandable. I nod as well and we carry on listening to Lukas Graham and talking about our past few days. I soon made my leave and had 20+ minute walk as I finally turn the corner in my neighbourhood I notice a familiar blonde at my door. My brows stitch together and carry on walking to my patio, he turns around to walk down the steps but instead bumps into me.
"Hey." Luke said with a smile on his face.
"Heya, what're you doing here?" I asked as we stood awkwardly near the small set of stairs.
"I just needed to talk to you about Michael." He responds, I nod and welcome him in.
"Would you like anything?" I say as we both walk into the kitchen.
"A glass of water please and thank you." He says, I do just that and hand it to him.
"So, Michael?"
"Right. So you know how he acts all tough and all?" His question makes me snort a bit but I nod anyways.
"He's going through a rough time, so could you possible keep the war between you guys extremely subtle?" He asks.
"Oh of course. But what is he going through specifically? If you don't mind telling me." I ask, fiddling with my fingers on the kitchen counter.
"Mainly, his parents are arguing more often and it's getting to him a lot more than you'd think." He says, I was surprised but I didn't show it. We talked for a bit more, it was at least 5 pm when it all came to an end, I was leading him out the door.
"It was really nice talking to you Luke." I say smiling at him.
"Same to you." He smiles back at me.
"By the way, could you tell Michael that I'm sorry, I genuinely feel like shit for just not telling him to move like a few inches. I guess it all happened in the heat of the moment." i sigh, losing my grin. He nods, assuring me.
"Of course, anyways, I'll see you later Kiara." I wave my goodbyes and finally close my front door and walk back to the living room to feed Kurt.
Michael Clifford; The boy with the Tough Skin
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