chapter 23: friends :)

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i guess im friends with michael now.. i don't mind actually, yesterday he was being quite nice. haha, bad boy has a soft spot. ima tease him for that..

"boo."

"AH!- MICHAEL WHAT THE F-" i exclaimed

"tsk, pussy-" i cut him off, "what?, was that your lunch?"
i smirk

"what?- wait- Y/N YOU LITTLE SH.. SHHHHHHHEET.. " he saved himself from. cussing in a school hallway, loudly

" nice save, softie. " i snicker in my mind

" wha- SOFTIE?! How am I a softie?!" he stammered, "do i look like C.C to you?!"

".. actually you kinda do..? if you had shorter hair and a different style, and slightly lighter skin, I'd say yeah.. except he's shorter, younger, and has heterochromia.."

"i look NOTHING like that crybaby.."

"hey! your brother is NOT a crybaby! you're just a bitch!"

" whatever.. "

ring ring bitch

" class time. c'mon n/n. " he makes a gesture to follow, we have P.E together.

"n/n? wow, that's new. i thought i was 'bitch'. " i say with sarcasm, following him

" what? do you prefer love? darling?"

LOVE?!

DARLING?!

" W- WHAT? "

" calm down! british pet names. you americans wouldn't understand. "

" hey! im irish, scottish, african, american, russian/yugislavian, italian, native american- " (if you are british, ily. those are the races i am so-)

" multiethnic is enough. " he cut me off

"right."

we went to our locker rooms, blah blah, strated p. e

who would've known, the P.E teacher was a p3rvert? and a p3d0..?

not me. not michael. not nobody.

i was running.
i SWEAR i saw mr. bryan (the p.e teacher)
looking at my ass and chest.
and michael's shorts. ya' know where. between legs.

and to make it 1000x worse. he asked me and michael, if we could see him after p.e.
well. i know i have no choice. i have to. pray for us.

307 words. help y/n guys. save her and mickey mouse from getting m0l3$t3d.

We'll see about that..  ~MICHAEL AFTON X FEM!READER~Where stories live. Discover now