Michelle, Ma belle

Seriously?

I walk down the path, humming quietly to the music that's playing in my head. The beatles. Course it was that.

"Heya mish, watcha hummin'?" A voice behind me says, and I jump. Liam smirks. "Didn't mean to scare ya luv, sorryyyy."

"Ugh, whatever." I say "What dyou want?"

"Just to walk home with you babes. You seem like good fun" He says, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Trust me, I'm far from fun."

"Well maybe I just wanted to look at you for longer. Ya got a problem with that lovely?"

My eyes widen and my mouth drops open, and I try to speak but stumble over my own words and can't get a noise to leave my mouth.

"You've gone all shy mish, dya know that?" He says, smiling

"Course I know.. just.. are you being serious? You really wanted to look at me for longer?"

"Yeh, of course." He says, chewing a peice of gum and running his tongue across his bottom lip. I swear he's doing it on purpose now.

"Why?" I ask. Why did he want to stare at me? I was the quietest girl in our year, and he'd only just learned my name today.

"Yave got a nice body, what can I say? Nice ass, great tits. Can't help myself" He says, as if talking about a girl like that is just normal to him.

Normally if someone talked about my body like that I'd smack the fuck out of them and call them a perv, but it was different this time for some reason.

"T-thanks.. you're not bad yourself" I say quietly

"Not bad? I'm hurt. Cmon, surely I'm better than "not bad" ?" He says, looking down at me, furrowing his brows and pretending to pout.

"Fine.. you're.. you're sexy, if that's what you want to hear" I groan

"More than I needed. That's me sorted out for tonight." He snickers, and smacks my bum before swaggering off.

I stand, speechless. What the FUCK just happened?! My arse just got smacked by liam gallagher, and I let it happen!

I stand still for a few more minutes, before walking home swiftly. There's construction workers on the street, and chavs walking into the park from school. I keep my head down and walk quicker, clutching my handbag.

I rush through the door and slam the door behind me. Oh. My. God!