For You I Would

Alli Thompson is a 18 year old High School student who just started on a new school. She came from New York and has just moved to Los Angeles because of her dad's new job. She quickly becomes great friends with Lea Martinez, and she finds out that not only are Lea interested in her company; so is the popular guy from 12th grade, Justin Bieber. And he'll take her on an adventure full of extreme experiences, intense love and heartbreaking drama.


5. Part 5

Part 5.
”Are you sick?” The words just flew out of my mouth and I’m not sure if I regret.
I’m so worried about Michael. Where is he now? At home? Have they called dad or mom? Do they know about this?
“What?” Justin asks, confused. “Do you know him?” I look at him with disgust and he looks back surprised. “He’s my brother! Oh my god!” Justin raises his eyebrows. My answer surprises him.
“Your… brother?” For the first time I sense him not knowing what to say. He’s nervous.
“Are you out of your mind?! Why the hell did you beat him up?! He’s only 15 for fuck sake!”
“I did not beat him up!” Justin raises his voice too and I shut my mouth. Just staring at him.
“I only split his eyebrow, that’s no big deal, okay?! He’s not dying, so calm the fuck down” he’s pissed now, looking away.
“Where is he?” I ask. “I don’t know” he answers, not caring at all.
“And honestly, you don’t give a fuck, right?” I hear my own voice turning cold and bitchy.
He looks up again and right at me. “You don’t know me” he says.
“I know, and right now I don’t even want to. Stay away from Michael… and me!” I stand up from the chair and turns. I walk straight towards the door, not looking back any second. I can feel his eyes on me. If he ever touches Michael again, I don’t know what I’m going to do, really.
I storm out the classroom and right out in the hallway, the girls are walking towards the classroom.
I run up beside them and smiles as they see me. “Oh, hey! Since when does it take 20 minutes to go to the toilet? Couldn’t get out the tampon?” The other girls laugh and try to act like nothing by fake smiling. "No, I went to the canteen to make the last homework that I forgot yesterday” They look suspicious at me. “Really? Hmm, okay then” I try to smile as if nothing’s wrong.
We walk into the classroom and just as we’re about to sit down the principal walks in.
“Alli Thompson?” He asks. Silence fills the classroom, and then everyone turns around and looks at me.
“Uh, that’s me?” I answer, carefully. He looks at me with no expression on his face.
“Will you come with me, please?” What now? I look at the girls and they’re looking shocked.
Then I stand up and slowly follow him, Mr. Wilson, out the classroom and down the hall.
I take a deep breath. All of a sudden I don’t feel so good anymore.
“I don’t know if you have heard, but your brother, Michael, was in a fight earlier today”
I get a lump in my throat and it’s almost like I can’t sink it. “I know” I answer. “Where is he now?”
“He’s at my officer. And he wanted me to find you” I look down as we walk. “Thanks”.
“You’re welcome” we get to the officer and I stop as we stand outside. Then he turns around and looks at me, this time in a friendly way. He smiles. “I will let the two of you have a talk alone. If you need me I’ll be on the office right here beside” he point at the other door right beside his office. I smile back.
“Thank you so much” then he opens the door and I walk in. I can see Michael sitting on a couch, looking down. I walk to him, carefully. “Hi Mike” I say quietly. He looks up and I see the eyebrow.
He has been at the hospital and hot his eyebrow stitched. It’s swollen and red.
And I feel the anger inside me again. Justin explained it like a split eyebrow is no big deal. Look at him!
If this is no big deal to him, I don’t know what is then.
I sit down beside him on the couch and place my hand on his back. I rub it slowly.
“How are you feeling?” He looks down again. “It hurts a bit”. I smile a bit, a numb smile.
“Why, Mike? Why did you have to make those jokes?” Then he looks up, he looks pissed.
“It was one fucking joke, okay? Your boyfriend is sick, I’m gonna call the cops on him!”
I try to calm him down. “He’s not my boyfriend, Michael!” I sigh. “And I have talked to him… and made it clear that if he ever touches you again, he’s gonna regret it” Michael raises an eyebrow of me.
“You said that? Wow” I can’t help but giggle by his reaction.
“I did. And I think he got my point” Now he chuckles too. I remove his hair from the eyebrow carefully to look closer. “I got 6 stitches” he says. I can’t imagine how painful it must have been. And he was there all alone. I feel so bad for him. “How long are you gonna wear them?” “Two weeks, maybe more”.
I take a deep breath. Then Mr. Wilson comes in again and smiles at us.
“I’ve talked to both of your teachers, and you can go home. It’s best if you go home and rest some, Michael. You may have hurt your head a little too” I smile up at him. “Thank you so much, Mr. Wilson”
He just smiles back, then walks out again. I turn my head and look at Michael.
“Ready to go home?” He smiles. “Hell yea.” Then I giggle a bit and we get up and walk out the office.
Michael has already picked up his stuff. “Just walk to the car, I’ll pick up stuff, see you out there!”
I walk down the hallway and to my classroom. As I open the door, everyone looks at me.
I walk to my table and puts my stuff down my bag. Lea moves closer to me.
“Where you going?” she whispers. “Home” I whispers back and grabs my bag. “Why? What happened?”
“I’ll tell you tomorrow” I smile at her, and then walk out the classroom again.
I walk down the hallway and gasp as Justin walks out his classroom. He stops and stares at me.
I look back, and then roll my eyes and walks even faster past him.
“I hope he’ll feel better soon!” he shouts after me. I ignore it and walk out of the school and to the parking lot. Michael is standing there and I lock up the car. We both get in.
I start the car and drives out the parking lot. Home is just what I need right now.


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