Michaela nibbled at her apple glumly. She'd had about half the school's population ask about her and Bolton. The other half were Lindsay and the others. they just sniggered and made hurtful remarks. Michaela ignored it. She'd learnt about ignoring things now. She had a uncovered a skill. She felt her mobile bleep and she fished it out of her pocket and checked the little screen. She clicked open the message and scanned it.
M your dad's home from the army. Just warning you. Mum x
This day just kept getting better and better. It would have to be Michaela's luck to have Bolton dump her then the very next day her dad would show up unexpected which would make hell break loose. She tipped the rest of the contents of her lunch into the bin before throwing her tray down and storming out of the Cafeteria. She sauntered down to the toilets and after flinging open the door (which scared away the little girls which were scurrying about) she splashed her face with the freezing cold water hoping to relieve herself of this nightmare. She stared at her face in the mirror over the sink. She looked tired with the bags under her eyes and she was unflatteringly pale. She dried her face before opening a door to a cubical. She rested her head on the door for a second taking calming breaths before sinking down onto the toilet and pulling her legs to her chest. She rested her head on her knees and started to cry. The tears slowly dripped down her face and each tear followed the last tear's track. After about five minutes of crying she dabbed her eyes, checked if she was suitable in the mirror before exiting the room and banging into Bolton. She dropped the pile of tissues she was holding (obviously for incase she started getting a cold and not because she might break down crying) and fell to the floor trying to pick them up hoping that Bolton wouldn't notice. Although she knew he would.
"Michaela are you okay?" Bolton dropped to the floor next to her and passed her a tissue.
"Yeah whatever." Michaela snapped and snatched the tissue away from Bolton. This amazing acting would of worked had she not felt a tear build up and drop down her face.
"Sure you are." He said as he raised his eyebrows.
"I am." Michaela whispered which Bolton wouldn't of heard if they weren't so close together on the floor.
"No you're not. What's happened?" He got up and offered her his hand. Which she accepted and raised up off the floor herself.
"My dad's come home today." Michaela muttered.
"Isn't that g- Oh. He won't hurt you or your mum will he?" Bolton asked feeling angry and worried at the prospect. Michaela thought of lying but shook her head.
"I don't know. I just don't know." At this point Bolton put his arms around his ex and gave her a hug. Which made Michaela cry even more. They stayed like this for a couple of moments before Bolton let go of her. In doing so he suddenly felt very sad and even though he'd tried very hard to make himself believe he was over her he knew he wasn't.
"If anything happens Michaela you have to tell me. You have to." His voice had a hard, protective edge which Michaela noted and couldn't ignore.
"Yes. I promise." Michaela wiped her eyes with the tissues before stuffing them in her pocket and starting to walk away.
"I'm sorry about how it ended with us." Bolton called after her. She stopped but didn't turn as she thought she may well burst into tears again.
"I know. I'm just sorry it had to end." Bolton was about to reply but his ex moved swiftly down the corridor leaving him alone and feeling broken. Bolton sighed and tried to block out all of his thoughts on how Michaela was suddenly not just a girl he liked to play about with like she was some toy but a girl with emotions which touched Bolton more than he'd like. He squeezed his eyes shut. Michaela didn't cry he knew that. Michaela also fought back. Michaela had cried. Michaela hadn't fought back to those John Fosters in the classroom. Michaela had changed. Bolton liked the change. He didn't like that he liked the change though. Bolton didn't fall in love. He wouldn't. But sometimes you can't plan things. They just happen. He turned and walked the opposite way Michaela had gone. He went on search for Paul. Paul was sitting on a bench with a quizzical expression.
"Hey. What's making you think so hard? I haven't seen you look like that since that Jess girl turned you down and you wondered why." Bolton laughed and thumped Paul's arm.
"I have maths. I haven't done my homework and I don't fucking get it." Paul slammed his fist down on the textbook in his lap.
"Jeez mate." Bolton shook him head.
"Don't jeez mate me. I'm totally getting grounded if I get another detention." Paul sighed. Bolton thought about making a joke but didn't. He realized Paul really wanted this done.
"You can copy mine." Bolton shrugged. Paul raised his eyebrows.
"Did you do it yourself?" Bolton shook his head and laughed at this, "Good. So who'd you copy?"
"Duh Amy." Amy being the nerd Bolton sat next to in History.
"I should've guessed." Paul smirked.
Michaela, having left Bolton standing there, felt very proud of herself. Yes she had wanted to stay there with him longer. But she didn't. Which was amazing. Now she just had to make it through the day without her father injuring her. Or her mother for that matter.
I'm soooooo sorry it's taken so long. I've been doing a lot of my Cross My Heart story and kind of pushed my other stories aside. I'm sooooo sooooooo sorry. I've been screwed up lately which is no excuse but I've just had a lot on. Please forgive me. Thanks for the reviews (you four people who I adore right now) as this story was only meant to be on here as I just couldn't let Molton die. :D
