Hi,
Set after 5.2. The break up of Bolton/ Michaela.
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Michaela stood there with the wind tossing her hair over her shoulder. One thing about Michaela White was that she didn't cry, and she defiantly didn't cry over boys. She was Miss Rebel she couldn't be seen crying. So she wiped fiercely at the tears threatening her cheeks. She looked into Bolton's brown eyes to see what expression was engulfed there. His eyes were blank. So she just nodded sadly as he walked away from her. She let out an almost silent gulp. For a second she contemplated running after him and getting on one knee. Begging was also a thing she would NEVER do. So she turned away and dragged herself out of the schoolyard. I should have trusted him. She thought over and over again. Hours before she'd have been wrapped under his protective arm. How much she wanted to be under that arm now. But she fought off the feelings; Michaela White was famous for brushing herself off and fighting some more. Michaela was a fighter. She glanced back at the school for a couple of seconds, the direction he had gone, before she realized that she'd have to let go and move on.

Bolton strode confidently away from his now ex girlfriend. Although his head felt anything but high. He couldn't deny that deep down he knew he couldn't blame everything on Michaela. The evidence stacked against him. He'd been seen high fiving Paul. But she should have believed him. His head was whirling out of control. He didn't look back though. He wasn't 'Smilie' for nothing.

Michaela couldn't remember the last time she cried. She wouldn't cry in front of others. So she fell onto her bed and buried herself in the covers and let the tears seep free. She let her breaths become ragged. The next day she was sitting in class. The class was only about half full. None of the John Foster kids had arrived.

"Bolton dumped you then Michaela? Finally." A stupid gloating laughing voice rose through the class. Normally she would of sent a punch or at least words the person's way. But since that was what had got her in this mess she decided to lie low. She tried to block the other unnamed voices out. She pulled her sleeves over her hands and slid down in her chair trying not to let any more tears seep down her face this morning. She breathed in and rubbed her eyes, pretending to be somewhere (anywhere) else. Lindsay came through the door blowing bubbles out of her gum, a smirk spreading over her face.

"Oh what a shame to see Michaela without Smilie." She laughed using mock sadness. A load of her old John Fosters class mates laughed with her even, some of the Waterloo Road kids. But she wasn't listening she was to busy watching Bolton's progress to his seat. He flickered a glance her way and when he caught her eye he looked away and started talking to some boys. Michaela looked back down at the book in her lap.

"Hey I'm surprised she's not got a come back. Touched a sore spot have I?" Lindsay continued setting herself into her seat.

"Say what you like." Michaela didn't look up from her book, as she was scared her face would let her down. "I don't care." She squeezed her eyelids shut then reopened them using her poker face she had perfected.

"Okay." Lindsay scoffed in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Okay." Michaela repeated she stole a glance at Bolton who was watching the scene with interest. He saw her looking and shrugged.

"Yeah me and Bolton are over, I don't care."

"Cause." Lindsay said in the same sarcastic tone. Steph then walked into the room and people slipped off the various tables and into their seats.

"Bonjour." Steph said in an over excited voice. Michaela settled into having a very boring lesson.

So sorry it's short. I just didn't want to have a stretched out boring one in the first chapter.