Becoming Punk Rock | M.C.

02: Confusional Mistakes

4EVER - Clairo

After ten minutes of sitting on Calum's front step, my feet getting soaked because I was wearing flat shoes. I should have worn my converse but I really couldn't be bothered to take five extra minutes to tie the laces and tuck them in.

My feet were beyond soaked and when Michael finally turned up to pick me up (he protested, saying, "I don't want to leave Nellie! She likes me.") I released a sigh of relief.

He struck a goofy smile at me and I was frustrated because it took him five minutes to reply to my god damn text in the first place. He told me he was "busy with Nellie" so he would be five minutes.

"I hate you, Clifford!" I shouted as I got into Michael's shiny stupid red car. He had parked across the street and about six houses down probably to piss me off. My hair was matted to my head and Michael was laughing.

"You love me. Shut up." He patted my knee with his right hand and I swatted it away.

"Never. Learn some manners, Mike."

"Don't call me Mike. It's Mikey, clearly." He started to drive and I was trying to dry my t-shirt and cardigan. "Did Calum make you this wet?"

He sniggered at his own joke which he found overly hilarious. "No. Please, your stupid jokes fucking suck."

"On your period?" Michael winked at me. "You are, aren't you? I have to put up with cranky Lola for like four days. Go easy on me, or I'll retreat to Nellie all the time."

I punched him and he clearly wasn't expecting it as he swerved and cursed momentarily under his breath about five times.

"What the fuck was that for?" He was back in the right lane and I just put my middle finger up at him.

"For being a dick, maybe? Ever heard of the fact girl's hate when people tell them they're on the periods -- even if they aren't? God, Michael, shut the hell up."

"Seriously, lighten up Lola. This isn't the end of the world. I just asked you if Calum had made you that wet."

I was angry and I wanted nothing more than to beat Michael at a game of FIFA.

"Act like a girl," Michael groaned. I was ready to punch him again. "Drool over me."

"Don't you mean like a dog?" I was laughing because Michael was being a douche and it was like Nellie Rebusso was polluting his mind. "Or like Nellie? Wait, never mind, she doesn't even drool over you. More like uses you."

Michael was completely oblivious to the fact Nellie was screwing him over and then screwing other guys over, too. She loved it when guys had crushes on her, especially when they were into her like Michael was.

"Nellie? Using me? She, like, loves me." Michael scoffed, turning onto my road. "I smell jealousy."

"Michael, she's using you. Face the facts. She probably fucks Luke and Ashton. You'll never know, Mikey."

With that, a small smile stretched across my face although I almost felt bad that Michael was so into her and so cocky, too. He thought that every girl worshiped him, perhaps not me, though.

"Luke and Ashton are classy, okay? Keep them out of this, Lola."

I let out a childish laugh as Michael parked in my driveway. "And you aren't?"

"Not really. Besides, she thinks I'm hot."

"She's using you. How many times do I have to say so?" I scrunch my nose up in anger and push open the car door. "She's fucking you over, Michael! I saw her freaking come out of Calum's house today."