5sos Preferences And Imagines

#19.4 You're the New Kid (Michael)

Oh frizzle frack you were NOT ready to enter the doors from this building. You've heard things about this school in Sydney, Australia, and you were not, I repeat, NOT okay with going here. You were forced to, however, because of two reasons: One, your parents got a job here, and, two, your old school was not letting you attend it anymore, seeing as you had filed a case against a group of kids who wouldn't leave you alone, even if they had court orders to stop sexually harassing you (REALLY sexually). Your parents were fed up with it, so you moved here to get away from them.

This school was humongous, and you got anxiety just looking at it. One, you were probably going to get lost a dozen times in the first couple weeks, and, two, the kids in Australia, especially the boys, seemed way bigger than back home. Even the nerds were taller than you, and you felt small and powerless.

Okay, you thought, I'll go in, and I'll find a bathroom to stay in until I calm down.

You took a deep breath, and you plunged into the ocean of giants. You were being pummeled left and right by moving bodies, and you finally found a hallway without many people. You were relieved, even though this was apparently the make-out hall. You held back your vomit, and you sighed in relief as you found a girls' bathroom.

You walked towards it quickly, but you were stopped by a tall punk, who must've weighed three times as much as you in just muscle. Not to mention, he seemed to be a full three feet taller than you.

"So," he bent down to look at your face, "You must be that new girl. Not too bad looking." You could smell the tobacco on his breath. You didn't say anything; you just stood anxiously with your back against the wall. "The silent type? Well, this will be much easier for me, won't it?"

You clenched your eyes shut, turtling your head into your shoulders as you felt him push his body against yours roughly. You whimpered in fright, and he hushed you cruelly.

He grabbed your neck harshly, and his tattooed arms flexed. His lustful black eyes darkened with evil intentions, and you tried to look away. However, he wasn't going to let that happen. He barked at you to look at him, but you closed your eyes tightly again. You didn't want to stare into the eyes of Satan himself.

You heard him growl, but it suddenly turned into a whimper of fear and pain. His hand, along with the rest of him except his stench of tobacco, and you fell to the ground, curling into a ball.

You heard a loud punching sound, and you looked up for a second or two to see a few couples running. You closed your eyes again after you realized Satan was being beat up by another punk, who was taller than him. "FUCK OFF, BLAKE!" You heard the other punk yell, and you heard "Blake" scamper off in the opposite direction.

"Hey, are you alright?" A deep, gentle voice asked. You jerked as you felt a hand gently caress your arm. "Hey, look, I'm not here to hurt you, hotness," it grew impatient.

You peeked up from your knees, and you saw the bright, unnaturally red fringed punk with his face about a foot from yours. His eyebrow, lip, and ears were pierced, but your eyes stopped to linger on his perfect, gentle green eyes. He blinked, and you opened your mouth to speak but closed it quickly.

"Sweetheart, he didn't hurt you, did he?" He asked, quickly and strongly but gently moving you to where you were sitting up straight. You shook your head, and he sighed. "You're not much of a talker, are you?"

"Not really," You whispered, but it came out too quietly for him to hear.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Not really," you repeated yourself a little louder.

"Your voice is beautiful, hun. Listen, I suggest you take today off. You're the new girl, right?" You nodded. "I figured. I would've remembered a pretty face like yours. I'll drive you to get a soda or something, okay? The school won't know you were here, and since you're new, they won't email your parents. They'll figure you just haven't come to school yet," he explained quickly.

You shrugged, accepting the invitation, and he helped you up. He gently took your hand, and you walked through the crowd with ease. They all saw him coming, and they stopped to let him through. They looked at you with unease, and they let you through with him.

"The name's Michael," he stated at he let you into his truck. "You'll be taking the day off with me," he smiled gently, and you drove off to get some food with Michael.