Mickey's Lessons on Bad

Lesson 2: First Names Are So Overrated

       “Why would he dump you?” Tyler asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just a few weeks ago, you two were madly in love, planning on getting married.”

       “I bore him. That’s why he dumped me.”

       They snorted simultaneously and Tami said, “He’s a complete and utter dumb ass.”

       Michelle gave a shrug as Tyler’s eyebrow knitted together and he voiced, “Though you didn’t answer Tami’s question as to why you came with Mickey.”

       She nodded in agreement. “Yeah. You didn’t answer it,” Tami chimed, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting her friend a pointed look.

       “Let’s just say that he’s my new boyfriend,” was all that Michelle said in response before the school’s bell rang. She backed up towards the school and bid, “I’ll see you guys later.”

       “See ya,” the couple chimed simultaneously, waving at her.

 *

Like every other first days of school, it was boring. Just getting lists of what you needed and lectures of what you would be expected of the year.

       A bored yawn escaped Michelle’s lips as she entered the school’s cafeteria. Her entire grade used to be allowed to go off campus for lunch, but some idiots– involving Mickey and his crew– ruined that. So, everyone must stay inside the cafeteria for lunch no matter what. She jolted in surprise when a hand suddenly encircled her wrist and yanked her to the side. She was surprised to see that the culprit was Mickey himself.

       “What?” Michelle asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He didn’t once loosen his grip on her wrist.

       “I just wanted a peek of my girlfriend before I ditch,” he answered, moving his free arm around her waist and pulling her against his body. He dropped her wrist to wrap his other arm around her. “Plus, Principal O’Reilly is attending each lunch period, so I want her to catch a glimpse of us. Wrap your arms around me.”

       “Oh, okay.” Her arms hesitantly went around his neck as she stared up at him.

       “Want me to buy you lunch?” Mickey inquired. “This will probably be the first and last time I’d ever offer it, so I’d suggest taking it.”

       “Uh, no. It’s fine,” she responded with the shake of her head. “Tyler pretty much owes me a year full of lunches from last year.”

       His face went hard as his amber eyes narrowed at her. “I’m your boyfriend. I should be buying your lunches.”

       A snort escaped her lips and she dropped her arms from his neck, trying to pull out of his arms. He wouldn’t drop them. “Firstly, you’re my fake boyfriend. Secondly, you just told me that this will be the first and last time buying me lunch. Thirdly, if I don’t get Tyler to pay for my lunch, I’d never see the cash again. And I don’t want you to waste six bucks on my food.”

       He raised an eyebrow. “Six bucks?”

       “He wasted so much of my money,” she murmured, shaking her head. “So, I’ll just give you a kiss and you leave.” She rested her hands on his shoulders and pressed her lips against his for a sweet, quick kiss. She pulled her head away, only for her lips to be captured again for a stronger, steamier kiss.

       Mickey’s hands pulled away from Michelle’s waist to cup her face, his eyes closed as were hers. He started tugging on her lower lip in a teasing manner, but before she could open her mouth, she stepped out of his hands and wiped the saliva from her lips, smirking at Mickey’s bewildered face.

       “See you around, Mick,” she said, turning on her heel and walking towards the lunch line, where she spotted her three friends with the names starting with ‘T’. Trevor, Tami, and Tyler.

       “Woah,” Tami whistled once Michelle was close enough. “I’m surprised I didn’t get a nosebleed from watching you two make out.”

       Blushing, she ducked her head in embarrassment while her friends laughed at her.

       “It’s okay, Mich,” Trevor said with a yawn as his arm wrapped around her shoulder and pulled her against his side. “At least, we know that your innocence is still in tact.”

       Much to her disbelief, her face deepened in color as she lifted it again to watch her friends laugh. “You guys are so mean,” she whimpered, pouting. Trevor’s arm slid off her shoulder and she noticed him staring at the something in the distance with wide, fearful eyes.

       Trevor Malone, twin brother of Tyler Malone, was the man-whore of the pack. Even though he was twins with Tyler, their looks were polar opposite. Trevor had the golden boy looks as in he had long, blonde hair that covered his bright blue eyes and sun kissed skin. He has the innocent looks of a good boy, but in reality, he’s ten times the jackass and man-whore of his brother. Most times, Trevor didn’t feared anything, but seeing him with wide, fearful eyes...

       She turned her head in the direction of where he was looking and noticed Mickey shooting daggers at her friend as he leaned against the wall, near the exit. His amber eyes stopped shooting daggers when they spotted her looking and he smirked.

       “Dick,” she mouthed and swiftly faced her friends. “Hey, Tam,” Michelle spoked, scratching the back of her head.

       Her midnight blue haired friend looked over at her with a raised eyebrow. “Yeah?”

       “We need to have a TMTM,” she stated, shooting her an urgent look. “Wanna come over after school? We could do it tonight.”

       “Sure. But is Mickey driving you home?”

       “No. He’s ditching me.”

       Tami snorted a laugh, but quickly covered her lips. “God. Nice boyfriend, Elle,” she murmured, shaking her head.

       “I know right,” she grumbled with the roll of her blue eyes.

       “So, you’re going to still sit at the table with us. Right?” Tyler finally spoked, frowning at her.

       “Can I sit next to you?” Michelle asked Tami with a small, hopeful smile.

       “Of course,” Tami chimed, shrugging.

       “Then, yeah,” she said, answering Tyler’s question, turning her head to him. “I am.” This can’t be that bad, sitting at a lunch table with her ex-boyfriend of eight years and pretty much ex-best friend. Right?

 *

Wrong.

       Michelle sat awkwardly between Tami and Trevor, trying to finish her lunch. The show in front of her was utterly repulsive.

       Logan practically ravished the blonde girl, which she was guessing was the one he ditched her for at the pub, and her mouth while her hands remained underneath the table, doing a certain job. It was then when he started pulling down her pants, everyone at the table finally said something.

       “Dude,” Trevor snapped and the couple pulled away from each other. Their hair were messes and the blonde’s makeup was the worst. “I know, I like to bang girls, but not in public.”

       “Last thing we want is porn for lunch,” Tyler chided.

       “Find a closet,” added David from the other side Tyler.

       Logan’s eyes gazed over at Michelle and he smirked. “Okay. C’mon, Jules. Let’s go find somewhere more private,” he announced, standing up. The Jules chick eagerly followed and they left the cafeteria, much to Michelle’s relief.

       “Well, wasn’t that awkward?” 

       Michelle pushed her tray away and nodded in agreement with a grimace on her face.