Songs are:
Voodoo doll by Fergie
Disturbia by Rihanna
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"Are you feeling any better?" Alexis asked Michael as they crossed the school halls together.
"Yeah, I'm good," Michael smiled, amused with her concern. He only threw up, it wasn't much of a deal.
"But I still think it's unfair I got detention," Michael added. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. It was the end of school day, and Michael had to stay in for detention.
"Come over to my place, yeah? I'd be bored alone," Alexis said as she quickly kissed his lips.
"Okay then, bye," Michael replied, and watched Alexis as she walked away. He then turned and made his way to the detention room.
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Just 30 more minutes, they'll pass quickly... That's what Michael kept saying to himself, irritated as fuck of being locked up in a room with a bunch of weird people doing absolutely nothing for over three hours. And now there was only half an hour left, and Michael couldn't wait for this torture to end.
"Hey, Michael," Michael heard the girl behind him call his name.
He turned around and said, "yeah, what?" He recognized the girl, her name was Miranda. She was the only girl in the school who wouldn't go a day without getting detention. And that was because she had a weird habit of cursing teachers, right in front of them.
She lifted her head up and looked at him as if he was a lunatic, "what, what?"
"You called me!"
"No, I'm pretty sure I didn't. I don't even know your name!"
"You just called me Michael!" He started to guess his hearing ability, yet he still argued. He couldn't be possibly hearing voices, now could he?
"Look, I didn't. Maybe someone else did and you thought it was me," She said slowly, as if she was teaching a little kid that 1+1=2.
Michael looked around, it couldn't have been another person who called him. Maybe he just imagined it.
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Detention was so close to be over now, and Michael was itching for the bell to ring... Literally itching. You know when you get a lot of mosquito bites and they force you to itch them? That's what was going on with Michael, except not a single mosquito bit him.
Michael came to the conclusion that the itching came from the fabric of the sweater he was wearing, or maybe he caught some allergy.
"Ah," he muttered, the itching moving to his head... Now the sweater choice was out of question. Now he was sure it was an allergy. Couldn't be bigger than that.
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Michael did as Alexis asked him, and made a turn at her house. He knoched on the front door, expecting her to respond to him soon, she was the only person in the house since her parents were at work.
"C'mon Alexis," Michael groaned and knocked again.
Why wasn't she answering?
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He's a dispshit who forgot he owns a phone and the thought of texting her won't cross his mind.
