Michael Clifford Imagine Series

4. Sympathy For The Devil

*Girl only sees good.*

Sometimes even the bad people have good in them, you just have look harder. Michael Clifford seemed to be a bad guy in the eyes of the snobs. He isn't a bad guy though, not from what I seen. He saved me from getting raped. He beat the guy senseless and nearly killed him, but he did that out of kindness for me, a stranger.

I knew him from school, but he had never talked to me before our encounter in the alley where some guy tried to rape me. He even took me home after it was all over. He made sure I was ok.

Michael got in trouble anyway, everyone was scared. I was angry about it. I started hanging out with him, because everyone else was afraid to be near him. I also was really interested in him as a person.

He was dark, but he wasn't a bad guy. He was different from everyone, and they stereotyped him. He was pale, but a good kind of pale. His eyes and hair really stood out. His eyes were what really got me, I couldn't tell what color they were. He dyes his hair regularly, but for now it was green.

I developed a crush on him, but I'm not his type, so I keep it to myself. He is always watching me to make sure bad things don't happen to me. I like that he cares about me.

He sits in the shaded corner in the court yard during lunch, so sometimes I join him. He thought I was just being nice, because he saved me, but I set him straight.

" Hey Michael," I said as I sat next to him. He smiled and put an arm around my shoulder. We sat in silence until he said, "I'm a bad guy Y/N, you shouldn't want to be my friend."

I sigh, "It shouldn't matter. My dad went to jail when I was a kid, so I visited him there. He cried and the other men there cried too when they saw their families. They were still good, they just made some mistakes along the way. You are not a bad guy Michael, I honestly care about you very much."

He nodded, "You're right and you are the only person who believes in me. Oh, and I care about you very much as well."

After our heart to heart, I didn't here from him for a few days. To be honest, I missed him, but I heard nothing from him.

When I finally did see him again, he snuck in my bedroom window to wait for me. Let's just say it scared the living daylights out of me. Luckily, my parents were out of town, so no one heard me yelp in surprise.

He was wearing all black staring up at my ceiling and me shouting didn't phase him. I made my way over to him and noticed he was more pale than usual.

" Michael, " I said with a shaky breath. "Where were you, are you ok?"

He sat up slowly and looked at me, he slowly brought his forefinger to my face. I didn't flinch.

He sighed as he cupped my cheek, "You should be afraid of me Y/N."

I brought myself closer to him and wrapped my arms around him and buried my face into his neck and whispered, "Well, I'm not."

I pulled back to look at him as he said, "I'm just as bad as that rapist."

I straddled him, "Don't say that."

Then without warning, I kissed him. He sucked in a breath and tensed up. Then, he began to kiss back with more force. His tongue plunged into my mouth, fighting for dominance. My fingers found their way to his hair as his hands found their way to my hips.

When we needed air, I pulled back and tried to catch my breath. We stared at each other and finally I caught my breath, "Have a little sympathy for yourself, because if you haven't noticed, I want you."

A slow smile made its way onto his face and I knew he believed me.

We continued making out for the rest of the night until we were too tired move. We just cuddled the rest of the night.