Not For Me

Kalei has just moved from Washington to Australia to get away from her problems. She thinks she'll never make any friends, and no one will like her. But on her first day of school, someone's major crushing. But what will happen when she's got her eye on his best friend?


46. The Date

Kalei's POV

As I waited for Michael to come back, I went on my phone and checked my Snapchat. I just started messing around with the filters when Michael came back in the car with the pizza. I turned off my phone.

"'Bout time" I laughed.

"I know, sorry..." He looked away.

"What's wrong?" I put my hand on his shoulder.


"Don't lie to your girlfriend"

"So you're my girlfriend now?" He smirked.

"Only if you tell me what's wrong"

"Umh, the waitress... She, uh... She was hitting on me. She asked me to come over tonight" He looked me deep in the eye.

"What!? Y-you said no right? Tell me you said no!" I looked at him in disbelief. "How could you just let her talk to you about that!? Did you even tell her you had a girlfriend? Oh that little butterknuckle is gonna get it!" I opened the door to the car and almost got out, but Michael grabbed my hand and held it tight.

"You trust me, right?"

"Of course, but what does-"

"I obviously told her no. I didn't tell her about you, though. But she knows not to come near me anymore"

"I knew liking you was a good choice" I smiled and rubbed my thumb against his palm. "Let's eat."


Kalei's POV

Michael burped loudly.

"You're disgusting" I laughed.

"Whatever, you've burped way more than I have in the past ten minutes"

"Yeah like this-" I burped loudly then laughed. Michael waved his hands in front of his face.

"Like, oh, my GAWD that is so gah-Ross like why would you even do that we're on a DATE, could you at least be a little decent while we're in public?" He imitated one of those popular-teenage-brat girls and I laughed.

"Ugh, but dudeee, why say be yourself if you have to be all prissy" I said slowly and leaned back. Michael cracked up and accidentally threw his head forward, honking his horn, which just made me laugh even harder. "Stop stop I can't breathe!" I said, gasping for air and holding my stomach.

"Oh my god we should stop your face is turning red" Michael stopped laughing.

"Okay and this is strange why? I have a natural blush, you know that" I looked down sadly.

"I do know that. I also know you have asthma"

"I've never told anyone that! How did you know?"

"I figured its why you can't run long, and why you always have to step outside to 'feel the cold'. Cos you can't breathe"

"That's not true. I-I just step outside because I do have to feel the cold. And the reason I can't run long is cos I'm FAT." I crossed my arms.

"You're not"

"Yes, I am."

"Why would you say tha-"

"Can we just move on? Just, let's go to the beach now. It's 4:30" I looked out the window.

"Yeah okay" he began to drive. The drive lasted about ten minutes and then we made it to the beach. "Let's go." We walked out of the car and grabbed a blanket and walked to the end of the beach near the water. We spread it out and sat down. No one talked and we just looked at the water for about five minutes, when Michael started a conversation.

"Why are you like this?"

"Like what?" I looked at him strangely.

"You're so secretive and defensive and hate yourself so much. But why? You're amazing."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are" he smiled and put his hand on my leg. I flinched and looked at him.

"Oh yeah? Try me" I ran my fingers through the sand.

"You're smart-"

"I have mostly C's and D's"

"You're smart when you want to be. You're beautiful-"

"I have acne everywhere"

"Pimples are masks trying to hide perfect faces. You're flawless-"

"Far from it"

"Flawless to ME. I dig brunettes best, you know" he winked and I weakly pushed his shoulder.

"I know" I whispered.

"I want to learn more about you"


"Tell me something you've never told anyone"

"Other than my asthma?" I laughed. He nodded. "I'm bipolar"

"Okay not to be rude but that makes SO much sense"

"I'm used to it so yeah" I shrugged.

"What else?"

"My last name isn't really Threena. I just say that cos I hate my real last name even more" he scooted closer in interest. "It's actually Tennor"

"Pfft" he burst out laughing.

"Oh whatever! Like your last name's any better! Clifford!"

"It is better than Tennor, you freak"

"Thanks," I winked and laughed. "What about you?"

"Well, you know my middle name, right? I absolutely hate it" (ok I know everyone know this but in this story no one knew) He blushes.

"Why? Your middle name is beautiful!"

We went on and on like this for about 2 hours when it began to get dark.

"Hey we should leave now, I'm kinda tired." I said, wrapping my towel around my wet body after Michael and I had a splash fight (may I just say I won).

"Yeah" We dried off and got in his car.

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