Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for.

But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.


18. Seven Minutes of Hell

"Wasn't even on planning on it," Michael says to me. We walked into the dark closet and got comfortable. 

"More like seven minutes of hell," I mumble to myself. 

"Heard that," Michael says.

"I'm sure you did," I spit back. 

"We are in a small space." 

"I'm well aware of that," Michael says back to me.

"How long has it been?" I ask.

"It's been like one second Adelaide!" He yells back at me. 

"So what did you do with Ashton?" He asks.

"Just talked about the band, got to know him better," I reply.

"Why can't we do that?" He questions.

"Because I know who you are. I didn't meet you off of Facebook," I say. 

"But you don't know a lot of stuff about me," he says. 

"I know you probably lied about having a brother, you have parents, you aren't good at math, you sing and play the guitar, and you have the same music taste as me," I reply. 

"Isn't that enough?"

"No, it's not. You don't know what I like-"

"I know you like music," I say cutting him off.

"I know that I want to slap you right now," he says. 

"I'm leaving," I say getting out of my spot. I open the door exposing my eyes to the bright light. 

"Hey, you guys have five minutes left!" Calum yells as I run up the stairs. I go into the bathroom locking the door shut. I try to hold back the tears but some of them start to spill out of my eyes. 

'Why does he have to be such a bitch to me?' I ask myself. 

'I'm done being nice to him, maybe I should just give him the silent treatment,' I say in my thoughts.

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