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Chapter 13: Cinderella

Michael

It was only Tuesday and I had already had enough of this week. It was break time and I had just finished Geography or Math or whatever, and I had to get something out of my locker. On the way there, I saw Ashton speaking to a group of kids, and unfortunately, he noticed me.

I acted like I didn't see him and opened my locker, hoping he wouldn't come over.

But it was Ashton, so he did.

"Hey."

I ignored him, searching for my English notebook.

"Um, Michael?", he spoke again.

I rolled my eyes, having no choice but to face him.

"Oh, hey traitor."

He sighed and crossed his arms.

"Mikey, c'mon."

I turned away, continuing to look for my book.

"Don't call me that."

"What's going on with you, man?"

"Why are you talking to me?", I scoffed. "You said you didn't wanna hang out anymore."

He half smiled, obviously realizing I had a point. After all, he and Calum made a big announcement about how I was too bad for them, yet here he is expecting me to just talk to him like nothing happened?

"I just wanted to see how you were.", he said quietly.

"I'm fine", I replied. "In fact, I'm more than fine, I'm great."

That wasn't entirely true, but I had to act like it. I didn't want him to think I missed him or something.

"You are?"

"Why do you even care? We're not friends."

"But we were, for twelve years. Michael that doesn't just go away."

I shut my locker, deciding I didn't want to go to English after all.

"Look, I-"

"No. You know what? It's fine, I get it. You're right, I have no right to come over after what I said so, I'll go. At least I can say i tried."

I looked at the corner of my eye, as he put his hands in his pockets.

"I guess I'll see you around.", he said. "Or maybe I won't."

I watched guiltily as he began to walk away.

"Wait, Ash", I called.

He turned around, waiting for me to speak.

I gulped.

"Is there anything else you wanna say before you go?"

The curly-haired boy smiled slightly.

"Yeah. I miss being your friend."

I raised an eyebrow.