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.


6. The Boy with Fluorescent Green Glasses

"It's okay... the ice will help the burning sensation," my mom says soothingly. 

"I... I told you that boy was no good," I say to my mom.

"He isn't Adelaide... I can't believe we had to get this far to trust you. I am so sorry," My mom explains.

"It's okay, will I still be in that math class?" I ask.

"Yes, you deserve it," my mom replies. 

"Hopefully this handprint will disappear before school tomorrow," I say.

"If not there's always makeup," my mom says excitedly.

"Yes mom, if it's still there you can do my makeup," I say sighing. She gives me a kiss on the cheek and leaves me in my room. I open my computer and log onto Twitter. I have another DM from Michael and I open it.

"I'm not sorry."




I walk into the math classroom; sitting far away from Michael. A boy with blonde hair sits next to me and gives me a smile. His hair is shaped into a fringe and he has bright green fluorescent glasses on top of his head. I giggle and the glasses and look back down.

"I like your shirt," he shyly says.

"Thanks, I don't think anyone has told me that before," I say. 

"Really? I know another boy that might have the same music taste as you," he replies. 

"Do you take the bus?" I ask.

"Number four, how about you?" He asks.

"Do you want to sit next to each other? You can meet me in the last seat on the left," I suggest. 

"Will do," he replies with a smile.

"Why haven't I seen you around before?" He questions.

"I'm in 9th grade," I reply.

"Really? Wouldn't have guessed," he says shocked. 

"Luke," he says.

"Adelaide," I reply with a smile.

'I've finally made a friend.' I think to myself.



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