- мιcнael мell
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male ➼ 17 ➼ location;; halls ➼ tagged;; brooke
- the young teen trotted down the halls of middlebourogh highschool, the familar tone of the famous singer "bob marley" pulsing through his headphones. he strutted up to his locker, lip-syncing to the tunes as he fiddled with the lock. as soon as it unclicked, michael pulled out his algebra books and binders, slamming the locker shut after he managed to stack all of the items on one arm. after that, he turned and trotted down the hallway, music still blasting in his ears. it was probably loud enough to bother the whole entire school, but that didn't occur to him one bit. in all honesty, he didn't give a care in the world. he didn't take notice to anyone as he made his way down the hall the the algebra wing. in fact, why would anyone even notice him? he was more of an outcast, after all. however, that didb't bother him at all. michael was confident about who he was, no matter who told him otherwise.
these thoughts were pushed to the back of his mind, though. he went on with the lip syncing, closing his eyes and nodding his head to the beat. in fact, he was so caught up in his jam-sesh that he wasn't watching where he was going. suddenly, he felt the breath knock out of him, and he stumbled backwards, sending his books and binders scattering all over the floor, the papers fluttering from their hold. michael rubbed his head, moaning a bit, and glanced up to see he had crashed into one of the more popular girls, brooke lohst. suddenly, the hallways were filled with giggling students, which soon turned into a roaring laughter. michael felt his cheeks burn red as he adjusted his glasses. stupid, he scolded himself. "sorry," he muttered to brooke, attempting to pick up all of the scattered papers. that was when he noticed a certain paper lying face up. no, it couldn't be. his love letter to his best friend, jeremy heere? michael could immedietely feel his whole body burning. he hurried to pick it up, gulping down a huge lump of fear. nobody could know about his crush on jeremy. if anyone saw it, it could ruin his life. he just hoped that nobody had seen it. he shoved it into the pocket of his red hoodie. that was when he turned back to brooke. her papers seemed to be scattered everywhere, too. "uhm, do you need some help?" he decided to ask, his awkwardness starting to take over. he barely ever talked to popular people. and when he did, it was kind of weird.
(wow ok i didn't expect to write that much o3o. hope you all are still active <3)
