I just hate people. Nothing more, nothing less.

Especially that rainbow haired guy who changes his hair colour almost very week.

"Sooner or later it's all gonna fall out and I'm gonna laugh and laugh till my gut hurts." I snicker and he glares at me as he runs a hand through his weird coloured hair.

"Well you change yours just as much as I do, so I wouldn't be talking Wild." He says eyes narrowing as mine copy his green ones.


20. ..... A Lot.

Okay this has a ton of reads....

How. And Voices has 10k? Holy- thank you.

Okay so here's the chapter.

Sorry it's been awhile.

Enjoy my loves!

~ Abbigail


Michael's POV

"Okay, let's go." She says putting her napkin down crumpled in her empty fry bowl.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What? Where are we going?"

She laughs. "Let's go silly." She says getting up. I follow her lead, grabbing some of her bags.

"Let's drop these bags off first." I say and she nods.

We head back out to the parking lot and towards my car. I unlock it and we put our- her bags in it. I lock it up again and walk back to the mall.

"So now what?" I ask. She rolls her eyes at me.

"Let's go Michael." She says grabbing my hand and pulling me towards Walmart.

Walmart? Really Tyler?

"What are we doing?" I ask as she drags me through Walmart and towards the clothes.

"What we originally came here for." She smirks turning around to face me, grabbing both my hands still walking making a light pink brush my cheeks. We go into one of the circle racks and crouch down. She keeps a hold on my hand and my cheek get more pink.

I swear to god I hope she can't see it.

"See what?" My eyes snap back to her and they widen. Jeez we got close. Like really fucking close. If I just lean in a little bit our lips would touch..

Shit she asked me something. Answer quick Michael.

"How much I don't want to be here with you?" I say. And I automatically regret it.

Why. Why the hell did I just say that.

She raises an eyebrow and sighs growing while looking away from my face. "Alright. Let's go back then." She rolls her eyes.

Shit I hope I didn't upset her.

Well no shit Michael you just told her you didn't want to be here with her.

"Let's just go home Clifford." She says walking away and back towards the parking lot.

Shit I did upset her. She used my last name.


She stops turning to me. "No. Just- drop it. I'll find my own way home. See ya Clifford." She shakes her head and walking away, wrapping her arms around her self doing so as if trying to block the wind.

Once she's out of sight I smack my self on the head. "Fuck!" I shout and fall on my ass sitting there on the cement.

"You okay?" A voice asks me. I look up to see a girl looking at me confused and concerned.

"Truth? Nope. Not at all." I say shaking my head as she chuckles.

She sits beside me. "Well. Wanna talk about it?"

I look at her sideways and sigh. "Not really, not right now anyway."

"Okay. Well, I'm Cassy." She says.

I nod my head. "Clifford." No way am I telling my first name.

"Your name is Clifford?" She asks.

"Last name." I say picking up a rock and throwing it far.

"Ahh okay. So Mr. Clifford. Why with the broken look?" She asks.

What? Broken look? "What do you mean?"

"I mean you look like you've lost your best friend if not your only love." She says taking a sip of her Starbucks that I just noticed.

"Okay she wasn't my best friend. I barley even knew her." I say roll my eyes at her ridiculous words.

She smirks. "So she's your one true love?"

I gap at her. "What? No."

She cackles throwing her head back. "Yeah right. Even a blind man can see it. Your like a love struck puppy."

My eyes feel like there gonna fall out of there sockets there so big.

"I'm not in love! Never have been and never will be." I shake my head. I'm gonna be alone forever. I can see it now. I should go to a psychic.

She pats my head. "You poor thing. Your blind."

I shake my head. "No I'm not. I just don't love her."

"Right and I'm not a girl who loves Starbucks." She says rolling her eyes taking another sip of her drink.

I'm not in love with her. I'm not.

"Well Cliff, I gotta go. Boyfriends picking me up and if sees me chatting with another guy I'll be dead. Later." She says getting up and walking away.

I rub my hand through my hair. Fuck.

Okay so maybe I do like her.... A lot.

Shit I gotta do something about this.

I get up and run over to my car, quickly hopping in and pulling out of the parking lot and heading home.

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