Give Me A Chance | M.C |

"Just give me a chance, Michael!" I begged.

He looks at me with those intense eyes. "Fine, come by the Cartel's boxing rink, and I'll teach you how to fight."


1. ๐Ÿ‘Š Chapter 1 ๐Ÿ‘Š

Finally, Senior Year. The day I've been hoping for. The last year of prison. Oh, sorry, I mean High School.

It's a year, when you go all out, ya know? It's when you go out, party, get drunk, all that jazz. But, I guess I'm not like a normal teenager.

My name is Jasmine Carter, and I am a social media addict. Which basically means no life. No friends, and definitely no love life. A total outcast, I guess.

Don't get me wrong, there were a couple of people who were actually nice enough to ask me if I wanted to hang, but, me being me, I quickly shied away from the friendly offer.

I'm not Melissa O Connell, she's popular, she's kind but she can be a female dog if you cross her, and she's so outspoken and opinionated. Nor am I like, Michael Clifford, call this cliché, but he's basically the bad butt of the school. He believed that cursing was a language. Total outcast, like me. Everyone, and I mean, everyone feared him. Even the teachers.

But I wasn't.

I think.

Not so sure.


Tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear, as I shoved a binder inside my bag. Slamming my locker shut, I swung my bag on my shoulder.

Suddenly, Calum, captain of the soccer team, came running down the hall after the ball that was rolling down the hallway.

And I really mean running, like running full speed down the hallway and bumping right to Michael Clifford.

Michael stumbled back a bit, clearly surprised of what just happened. He shoved Calum to the side with a death glare.

Michael was basically every parents nightmare. He was the person your parents told you to stay away from, to not get in anyway involved with. Although there was something about him, either the way he dyes his hair too much that everyone feared it would fall out, or the way he isn't afraid to do what he wants, but there was something in him, that I just wanted to know more about.

As my eyes met his deep, intense, green eyes, something in me clicked, and that's when I knew I had to do everything in my power for me, to get to know him.

He clenched his jaw, tore his glaze away and walked on.

I blew a breath out that I didn't realise I was holding. My heart was pounding. My throat was on fire.

I'll be damned if I don't say a single word to him this last and final year.


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