Mickey's Lessons on Bad

Lesson 12: Bad Is All In The Looks

Uneasiness drove through every vein in Michelle’s body as she forced her head down and scribbled down her class notes. She could feel the pair of amber eyes staring into her, which was the main reason for her uneasy feelings.

       Saturday night was definitely a night she just couldn’t forget– and she wished she could.

       Every five minutes, she was being forced to drink acid. Every five minutes, she had Mickey’s tongue down her mouth. Every five minutes, she felt violated from the wandering eyes of older men.

       Michelle spent her Sunday locked in her room. And she really meant locked. The door was locked, the windows were locked,– everything she could think about was locked. She even turned off and hid her phone away in a little box for the day. The only thing she could do that day was re-read the books on her shelves since even the computer was too dangerous for her.

       But now, it was Monday. She unfortunately couldn’t hide in her room anymore.

       So far, in the day, Michelle managed to successfully avoid Mickey. Her friends even helped her, though without the knowledge that they were helping her. Tyler and Trevor always seemed more than willing to keep Michelle away from Mickey in the first place and Tami missed her best friend from the lack of hanging out with her that weekend. Then again– it’s nearly impossible to hide from him forever. Seeing as they were now in history class and Mickey’s eyes never once looked away from her.

       “You all may pack up,” Mr. Russell announced, “and talk freely with each other. You have five minutes before the bell.”

       With a rush, Michelle packed her stuff away and swiftly stood up. She was about to head to Tyler when a body appeared in front of her out of nowhere. She stumbled back from the force and looked up with wide, blue eyes. “O-Oh,” she stumbled upon her words, surprised by who the body belonged to. “H-Hi, Logan.”

       A charming smile spread across the boy’s lips as he took a seat on top of her desk. “Hey, Michie,” Logan O’Connors greeted cheerfully.

       Her eyebrows knitted together as she felt her heart race. “What are you doing?”

       “I am in this class, silly,” he teased, tapping her nose.

       To think that her eyes were wide before, they were gigantic by now. “Are you okay, Logan?” Michelle inquired, absentmindedly placing the palm of her hand on his forehead. “You’re acting… funny.”

       He chuckled and she quickly pulled her hand away, flushing about her actions. “I’m fine. I was just thinking that even if we’re not dating, it doesn’t mean we can’t be on good terms as friends,” he explained. “It’s weird not hanging with the ol’ friend group, because we’re just not romantically together. I thought we could make peace together.”

       Another step closer to making you mine again, Michelle thought happily to herself. Playing it off as nothing, she shrugged and responded, “I guess that’d be nice.” An arm suddenly encircled her waist and she looked up, much to her horror, to see Mickey standing there with a dangerous look on his face.

       “Hey, babe,” Mickey greeted, not bothering to give her a kiss. His amber eyes remained glued to Logan. “O’Connors,” his lips curled into a wry smile, “how are you?”

       “Fine,” Logan responded, hopping off Michelle’s desk when the bell rang. He looked over at Michelle. “Let’s have lunch after school today. Get reacquainted.”

       Her mouth opened to agree, but her fake boyfriend interjected, “Maybe, next time. Me and Michelle have a date tonight.”

       “We do?”