𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ||mj✔︎(REVAMPED)

Trouble-Maker

Omniscient~

Hayden stands there staring at Aliyah with raised brows. Aliyah continues to smile, exchanging looks between her and Michael subtly and suspiciously.
"Are you gonna tell me or not?" Hayden asks,
curiously crossing her arms

She crosses her arms too and gives Michael a grin as he only stood there with an expressionless look. "Well Michael, why dont you tell her? Huh? Go on." She coos

Michael didn't respond, as he only glared at her with his dark look forming. The anger is beginning to rise up just at the thought of any more exposure that he doesn't want to be revealed. He blinked slowly and only stared into the distance in a bit of a distraction

Hayden turns her attention to him and crosses her arms towards him now. She twisted her mouth to the side along with her head as some of her curls fell off her shoulders. He counts to 3 in his head to calm down, something Sky told him to do everytime he felt angry

"Nothin'." he mumbles under his breath after a while and she only looked back at Aliyah, lazily dropping her arms to the side. She blinks twice. "What's going on?" she questions

Aliyah smiles. "Well Hayden you remember when I broke my ankle and you were in Hawaii at the time?" she asks and Hayden nods her head slowly. "Yeah." She lightly answered

"Well, it wasn't an accident. You wanna guess who really caused it?" She asks and Hayden puts two and two together and looks at Michael in disbelief. "You're saying it was Michael who did it to you?" she asks with her mouth slightly agape. She covered it dramatically as Aliyah happily nods her head with closed eyes

Hayden turns back to Michael with her arms squeezed tighter below her breasts "Is this true?" she asks. Her tone wasn't angry but she just sounded tense. It was just for confirmation, as if she was interrogating a child.

He doesn't answer and stared back at her, proceeding to cross his arms. They began to have some sort of a stare down as Aliyah only stood in the middle of it. "Well I'll see ya'll. I got someone to visit." She says and leaves the apartment soon after grabbing her things.

Hayden kept her eyes right on Michael relentlessly. As each minute ticked, the harder her glare became. "Michael is this true?" she firmly repeats to him and he exhales and scratches the back of his neck

"Yes! Its true!" he exclaims running his hands through his hair. Hayden exhales and shakes her head at him, glancing at the carpet beneath her feet.
"Why would you do that to her?" she asks. Her voice was soft though. 

"I didn't mean to." he breathes closing his eyes briefly before opening them back up to stare into her eyes again. That's his excuse to everything. And he knows it and hates it. "That's what you always say." Hayden sighs

"Cuz it's true." He shrugged. "She was talkin mad shit and I lost it ight?"

She sighs again and purses her lips as she brushes the few strands of curls in her face and stood before him. "Michael you know that's assault right? She could report you."

He nodded. "I know. She said she would. After all the other stuff I did to her."

Hayden's eyes shot back up to him again and she widens them. "What else did you do to her?" she asks like a deer caught in the headlights and he raises up his hands to ease the tension. "Nothin' serious." He assured her, but that's all he said

He began to walk to his room while rubbing a hand down his face as she just timidly followed behind him, biting the tip of her pointer finger while looking down at the floor.

She looked up again and spokes "Michael you need to control your anger better. Like getting-"

"I ain't getting help." he easily answered while shaking his head before she could finish her sentence and she inwardly rolled her eyes. "Why not? Why don't you want any help?" she whines, lazily fighting the air as her fists swung aimlessly.