Michael’s POV
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As the plane took off, I didn’t even try to stop the tears that were welling up in my eyes. My parents had forcefully made me pack up all my things, again, and literally dragged me to the airport. As I sat in the plush first class seat, between my parents, I mentally cursed them the entire flight.
They had made me leave the only girl I had ever loved. I honestly thought that she was the one, but now that I was being taken away from her, without even saying goodbye, I didn’t know if that was the case anymore.
I was still phoneless, as my parents had decided not to replace the one that I broke, so I honestly had no way of getting in contact with Rebecca. I’m sure there are all sorts of rumours going around as to why I left, but I just wanted her to know the truth. I wanted to tell her that I was going back to America, to the same town that we lived in before, but I had no way of doing so.
I groaned, rather loudly, as I thought of her being all alone with Ashton. Little did she know, he wasn’t the little innocent boy she thought he was. I looked him up on the computer after I got kicked out and quickly found his Facebook profile. I was rather shocked at what I saw, and I wish I could just warn her. Sure, he might have had a rough past, but at the same time that was no excuse for the amount of girls he’d led on or hooked up with prior to entering rehab. I had scrolled though his timeline, scoffing at the number of model-esque girls that had left flirty messages on his profile, saying things like “Thanks for last night, Ash ;)” and “Hope we can do that again soon (:.”
I knew his feels for Rebecca were deeper than they were for most of these girls, but at the same time I knew what his intentions were. I just wish I could warn her. I don’t want her to leave me for someone like him.
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Rebecca’s POV
I woke up the next morning, the realization that Michael was in fact gone hitting me like a ton of bricks. I reluctantly got up to take a shower, deciding that if I were to go through with my plan, I’d really need to make an effort.
After getting dressed, I grabbed my school books and walked down to my Physics class. Ashton wasn’t there, of course, and I still didn’t know anyone else in the class. I was thankful that I was the first one to arrive, and I quickly took a seat in the back of the room.
I was rather lost the whole time, after missing so much class, but I figured I’d be able to catch up before too long.
During our first break, I took a seat under the tree that Michael and I used to sit under together. All the memories we had shared began flooding in, and before I knew it, I was crying. I felt someone sit down next to me, but I didn’t bother to look. I simply kept my face buried in my hands.
“Rebecca?” A female voice spoke. I chose to ignore it, I honestly wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone.
“Rebecca, are you alright?” The voice asked again.
I slowly raised my tear-stained face to see Kirstin sitting next to me with a concerned look on my face.
I nodded, before letting out a long sigh.
“I just miss him so much, you don’t even understand,” I choked out.
“I know you do. I can only imagine how hard it’d be if Luke left…” She trailed off. “Oh! Anyways, speaking of Luke, he told me that you were finally gonna let them help you?”
I averted my gaze as I mumbled “Not exactly.”
“What do you mean by that?”
I took in a deep breath, deciding to tell her my plan.
“Well, basically, I’m gonna make them think that they’re helping, make them think that I’m better, so that they’ll let me go. I’ll be sent back to America, and even though I probably won’t ever see Michael again, at least I’ll be out of this place.
Kirstin was silent for a while before opening her mouth, but quickly closing it again.
“I’m not fixable! I already know that. I’m a screw up. I don’t know why I even bother living anymore at this point.” I said, before covering my mouth. I hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud. Obviously I had strongly contemplated suicide, many times in fact.
Kirstin looked at me in a shocked manner.
“Rebecca, please don’t say that.”
I didn’t respond, but instead got up and walked to my next class. I couldn’t trust my mouth at the moment, I had no idea what other secrets I’d spill.
Halfway through my next class, a woman dressed in a nurses outfit walked in.
“Sorry to interrupt your lesson, but could I possibly borrow Rebecca for a bit?”
My teacher nodded quickly, before continuing with her lesson.
I stared at the lady in the doorway, before getting up and walking towards her. I was very confused, as I had never seen her before.
I felt everyone in the class staring at me as I walked across the room, and I knew that every single person was judging me. They were all making fun of what I was wearing, how my hair looked, the fact that I was getting called out by a nurse.
Once I was out in the hall and the door was closed, the lady turned to face me.
“Hi hun,” she began. “My name is Nurse Kelly.”
I weakly smiled at her, letting her continue.
“I came to get you because your friend, Ashton, has been asking for you non stop.”
I stared at her in shock. I thought he’d want nothing to do with me after what Michael did.
“Um, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I quietly said.
“Please Rebecca. He really wants to see you, he honestly won’t shut up about you.” She said with a slight chuckle.
After a moment of silence, I agreed and let her lead me to the infirmary.
She nocked on a door before pushing it open and allowing me to walk inside.
Ashton’s head snapped up instantly, “Rebecca!” he exclaimed, and held out his bandaged arms for a hug. I hesitantly walked over and gave him a quick hug, before pulling back and taking in his appearance.
He was covered in casts, bandages, and bruises. I couldn’t believe that Michael was capable of this.
“I’m, um, I’m sorry about Michael…” I trailed off.
“It’s alright, gorgeous, it wasn’t your fault at all,” He said.
His name choice for me made me a bit uncomfortable, but I decided to shrug it off. I sat down in the chair next to his bed and let out a sigh.
Ashton grabbed my hand and began rubbing his thumb across my knuckles, just like what Michael used to do. I winced at the thought, but let her continue as I was the reason he was like this in the first place.
“Are you okay, love?” He asked, noticing how tense I was.
“Um yeah, I’m alright. I just feel bad. It’s all my fault that you’re here, it’s all my fault that you’re hurt. I just hate how I always ruin everything.
“Please don’t say that about yourself babe, none of this was your fault. It was just a little disagreement between Michael and I. Please don’t take any of the blame, I just want you to be happy. I lo-“ He quickly stopped speaking and let go of my hand, slightly shocking me at his sudden movements.
I wasn’t quite sure, but it sounded like he had started saying that he loves me, and the thought of that scared me. I was Michael’s, I was not Ashton’s, I was not anyone’s except Michael’s.
A/N I greatly appologize for the long wait! I had so much school work, so I've been busy with that and studying for the SAT, but today we had a snow/bad weather day even though I live in Texas and there is not even a speck of snow to be seen...
Also, I am starting a new fanfic but I can't decide which boy to write it about.. So leave a comment telling me which boy (Luke, Ashton, or Calum) you'd like me to write about! It's going to be a lot different from this story, and hopefully a lot better written!