Good Girl

Two

The next day at school even though Michael told me I probably wouldn't see him there I kept an eye out for him. I don't know why he interested me so much. I do not hang out with people like him. Last night once Luke left I may or may not have Facebook stalked him. Images of him smoking God knows what, drinking with his other punk friends, and him with a series of different hair colors was all that came up.

I mean my only friend really was Luke. That says a lot about me. He is kind of a nerd but so am I, that's why we are friends. He may be my best friend but I am not his, I am a close second. His best friend is his mom, I just call her Liz.

As if by fate I saw Michael walking out in the hallway half way into first period. It wouldn't surprise me if he just arrived at school. Bad kids do stuff like that... I think.

I rose my hand and asked if I could use the restroom. Once I got approval I rushed out of my dull math classroom. I don't know why I asked to leave the class, if I saw Michael what would I say. I shouldn't have done this. I can't go back now or people will think I am weird because I went to the bathroom in 5.2 seconds.

I was alone in the hallway. I thought I might as well go to the bathroom while I'm in the hall. I walked down the long and beige hallway counting my steps. 20 steps down the hall. Turn the corner, 9 more steps until I reached the girl bathroom. There were only two stalls in the bathroom and one was occupied my two hormonal teens making out. I went to the smaller stall and found a large- I'll spare you the details. Let's just say it was disgusting. I surprisingly found a piece of courage I didn't know was inside me and banged on the stall door of the grunting teens.

"Hey! Can't you find somewhere else to do this? Some people actually have to go to the bathroom!" I raised my voice above their moaning and kissing.

"Ugh! What a cock block! Pick up where we left off?" The girl said in an obnoxious voice.

"Yeah sure" the guys whispered so quietly I could barely hear him.

A few moments later a short blonde girl with an unbuttoned shirt and clearly unzipped pants emerged from the stall. She ran out of the bathroom trying to recompose herself.

The guy who followed her was none other than THE Michael Clifford. Great! Just my luck!

He walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet.

"Why are you washing your hands? Can you leave I have to use the bathroom!" I waited.

He gave me a look, "oh" was all I could say.

"So that's your girlfriend?" I asked trying to to sound too interested.

"Oh God no!" He scoffed.

"Then who is she?" I crossed my arms.

"Jesus, I don't know some girl in my French class! Why do you care?"

"Just curious" I shrugged my shoulders trying to hide my embarrassment.

"The bathroom is all yours" he motioned towards the stall and made his way for the door.

"Um, thanks. I'll see you around" I awkwardly smiled.

"Hopefully not" he responded as he left the tiny bathroom.

I'll see you around? What was wrong with me? Why did I have to come off so creepy and stalkerish? Wait a second! Why do I even care how I come off to him? It's not like I am actually attracted to this guy! He is a bad guy who hooks up with girls he doesn't even know in a bathroom stall! I do not want to be with someone like that, let alone him! Or do I? What am I even saying?!

AN: Ok so I feel terrible because I haven't written in the longest time! I have been super busy because I was at camp and lots of summer stuff lol! I hope you liked this insanely short chapter even though it was only a filler! ok im awkward um ily pls vote, comment, and share! xx