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YOU SNIFFLED AS you watched the tears drain from your body. The rain poured on your head, in which you didn't care about getting sick.
Right now it was only you in the world.
Well, that's what it felt like at least.
Your boyfriend of 2 years just cheated on you, and you'd just have to make a scene in public. You honestly didn't care if people saw, no one would care anyways.
Is what you thought, until you felt the water drops stop falling on your head. There was someone standing in front of you now.
You looked up to be met with the eyes of Michael Afton, your school bully.
You looked at him confusedly. Why would he be doing a nice thing for you? He always got into fights, skipped class, and was even bullied everyone.
He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You stared at each other for a moment longer. You couldn't help but feel so open now, like a book.
Him seeing you vulnerable; it was embarrassing. A part of you hoped he didn't see the scene you just caused a few moments earlier. Another part also asked, why do you care for his opinion?
Your love life practically just fell apart in a matter of a few seconds, so why are you caring about his opinion? His thoughts? You just brushed it off as being scared to get bullied by him and his friends.
"Uh, here, take this." Michael stumbled on his words awkwardly, before just deciding to give the umbrella he was holding to you.
This shocked you a bit. I mean, you knew he had feelings like a normal human being, but you had honestly expected to get shamed for crying in public.
You shakily took the umbrella, holding it over your head, as he got drenched in the rain.
"A..- are you sure?" You asked, stuttering a bit. Your tears still stained your face, and your mouth was trembling. You felt even more embarrassed, not only was your school bully seeing you like this, but you stuttered on your words.
He just nodded, "Return it at school tomorrow." Was one of the only few words he spoke, before walking out in the rain.
You kinda felt bad, as he would probably get sick for walking out like that. You keep the umbrella in your hands anyways, and had started to make your way home.
You set the umbrella down near the door, took off your muddy shoes, and just went upstairs and flopped on your bed. You didn't care about the worried calls from your mother and father, as you wanted to be in your own world.
You couldn't stop thinking about Michael. It was unlike him to be nice; at least from the rumours you heard. You'd never really interacted, which you didn't mind, because he was seen as a trouble maker.
You couldn't help but think differently of him. I mean, he was just nice to you! Could it be that the rumours aren't true? You'd never thought of it that way, mainly because you trusted your friends who told you the rumours in the first place.
You finally sat up on your bed. Maybe it was best for a shower so you didn't get sick...
That night you fell asleep thinking about him, because who can resist those pretty grayish eyes?
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I left to go get milk for a bit but I'm back 😍😍⁉️⁉️
