"I never knew you could sing. You seem like a jackass," I say to Michael in the kitchen.
"You're gonna regret saying that," Michael replies.
"What are you gonna do? Punch me again? Say mean stuff to my face? I think I've gotten used to your frozen heart," I spit back, turning around.
"It's not frozen," Michael says.
"You better believe it is," I say back.
"Hey bitch," I hear Michael say. I stay silent. He walks in front of me and stops.
"If I say something to you, you better reply," Michael says angrily. I walk around him and continue minding my own business.
"What did I say?" Michael yells running up to you. He tightly grabs my shoulder and I wince.
"Hi," I say timidly.
"That's not good enough," Michael says.
"Yes it is," I mumble.
"If you wanna say something, say it to my goddamn face," Michael says tightening his grip.
"Hi... Michael," I whisper. His other hand goes to my other shoulder.
"More," he whispers in my ear.
"I don't know what else you want," I say quietly.
"Be polite, Adelaide," he responds.
"Hi, Michael... How are you?" I respond with a shaky voice. He removes his hands from my shoulders and walks away. Walks away leaving me all dazed and confused. Doesn't he always do that?
"He's such a dick to me," I explain to Luke.
"I don't know how I'll be able to join your band practices..." I say.
"I hated Michael last year, but somehow, we became friends." He explains.
"So I have to wait a WHOLE year?" I ask.
"Maybe it'll work quicker?" He says unsure.
"This is so much fun..." I say to myself.