The World According to Lauren

Ginger. Antisocial. Possibly slightly hot headed. What are the chances of one English redhead meeting Michael Clifford? Almost impossible. However there is almost no chance of him falling in love with one. Almost.


8. Heavy Insults, Bad Endings and Crushed Words

"YOU'RE MICHAEL?!? Oh you have got to be kidding me" I groan. Michael looks just as taken aback as I do. He recovers and returns my death glare. "What are YOU doing here" He sneers, emphasis on the 'you'. "I am clearly training my elephant to dance, what else?" I roll my eyes. Luke just seems confused. Poor thing. "How do you guys know each other?" he asks. "Not now Luke" Michael says, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. "This ASSHOLE bumped into me and spilt my drink on me and had the guts to laugh!" "Well this IDIOT forgets that I did kind of save their life!" He shoots back. "And then this GRAPE HEAD told me that he helped me because I was annoying!" Luke thinks for a moment. "That actually doesn't make any sense" he says, pointedly to Michael, "EXACTLY" I say, crossing my arms. I really like having the last say in an argument. My reputation is so far, untarnished. "I don't think I like you" Michael says sarcastically, and pretends to to question himself on the word 'think'. "I don't like your hair. Maybe if you stopped dying it, it wouldn't be so bad." I'm feeling really annoyed at this point. What is this guy's problem? "Maybe if you stopped trying to pick arguments with people, you might have friends." Possibly true, but I'm not giving up that easily. "Maybe if you weren't such a twat, girls would actually like you." "MAYBE if you went to the gym and lost weight, boys would like you". He finishes and crosses his arms. It takes a while for my brain to register what he said. I'm too busy looking for another insult. It hits me like a ton of bricks. I've never been one to flaunt my body. It's bad enough getting skinny jeans to fit. I can feel moisture beginning to form at the corners of my eyes. No, you will not cry, I order myself. I turn around and begin to walk back inside in an attempt to choke back the tears. I have NEVER backed away from a fight. I feel a sense of panic start to come over me. "Oh crap, I'm sorry! It just slipped out!" Michael calls after to me. He tries to follow me, but by now I'm running. I don't know where to go. Bedroom? Too obvious. I quickly throw myself into Maddie's broom cupboard and shut the door. Very Harry Potter of me, I know. It occurred to me that I could of just locked myself in the bathroom. Then I hear two sets of footsteps run in. "Lauren? Crap, she's gone" I can hear Michael breathing heavily. I remember what it was like to feel his breath on back of my neck... No, Lauren you do not care. Get a grip. This guy just insulted you, for Christ's sake, and now you're thinking about his breath. "What the hell did you say that for? You saw her face! She looked crushed" Luke says, his voice clearly displaying anger. "I don't know! She just does something to me" Michael says. There's a sound of a small crash. Is he raiding my kitchen for food or something! "Stop kicking furniture around and go and bloody apologize!" Luke shouts, obviously stressed. I can hear him take a couple of deep breaths before he says "You have never hated anyone like this before. Except when you hated me for a year. Lauren has done absolutely nothing to you,so why are you being so rude to her?" "Why do you care anyway?" Michael shoots back, avoiding the question. "Because she obviously has more sense than you do!" The door slams shut. Michael mutters a couple of swear words under his breath. I hear the scrape of a chair and then nothing. Is he just sitting there? Is he asleep? I sit there for what feels like ages, but is actually probably ten minutes. My back is really starting to hurt now. Crouching in a broom cupboard is harder then I thought it would be, having never done it before. Just when I'm about to get up and see if I can run out the room before Michael can talk to me, I hear the door open again. "You Michael Gordon Clifford, are a complete and utter asshole and deserve to rot in the depths of Tarturus" Oh so it's Maddie, not Luke. "The depths of what?" Michael asks, clearly not understanding. "Well, as well as being a smartass you clearly don't read often either. If you ever talk like that to my friend ever again, I'll punch your face so hard, your teeth will fall out and then you won't be able to insult anyone again." Ouch. Did I mention how much I love my friend? "Now get out" She orders. I hear a shuffling of feet and then silence. Maddie sighs and then moves around for a bit. WHat the hell is she doing now? Is she not worried where I am. Suddenly the cupboard door is open and something cold is thrust into my hand. It takes a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light. When my sight returns to normal, I look at the object in my hands. Ben and Jerry's Cookie Dough. This small, unexpected act of kindness has me bursting into tears again. Maddie looks at me sympathetically and helps me out of the cupboard. She sits me down on a chair and grabs me a spoon from the first drawer. She looks at me for a second, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Before taking a deep breath. "Tell me everything." I didn't need to be asked twice.
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