Michael pulled away first, and when he saw me blushing a smirk started to form on his face. His lips twisted up at the side, revealing a single dimple.
"I should get back to the band or they're going to question us even more. I'll see you at school, Amy." He explained. He leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the cheek before walking out of the kitchen.
The next morning I had the urge to dress nicely, it was Friday after all, and I was meeting with Michael after school.
I put on y nicest pair of jeans, a light blue pair, and a thin, gray, v-neck hoodie, with a lace, flower print bandeau underneath. I went through my closet and finally decided on wearing my gray keds.
When I hurried to the front door after putting on my makeup, I was only running late by a few minutes. My backpack was slung messily over my one shoulder.
"Why are you all dressed up today?" My brother was already waiting for me at the door, a piece of peanut butter toast in one hand and his keys in the other.
"Oh, well, I'm going to the mall after school." I made up the excuse and hoped he'd believe me. "So, you also don't have to drive me home after school."
Jake looked at me skeptically for a moment, then nodded and headed out the door.
"You look nice." was the first thing Michael said to me when he walked into Mr. Walter's classroom after school. He was 10 minutes late and Mr. Walters had already left. I was waiting for Michael at one of the desks and he sat beside me.
"Do I not look nice all the time?" I raised my eyebrows at the older boy and watched the panic flash in his eyes. I couldn't help but laugh at him. "Why so late Mr. compliments?" I asked to change the subject.
"We had to hand out flyers for the bands' next gig." He explained guiltily. "I didn't tell them that I was failing English. I don't want them to either laugh at me, or be really concerned with it, or both."
"So that's why you lied to them yesterday?" I asked, finally piecing it together.