The Babysitter
History Repeats itself
Makaylas POV
I stood in front of the girl's room mirror. My makeup was smearing down my face, and I looked like a complete mess. I had gotten most of the actual pieces of trash out of my hair, but there was stick yucky salad dressing and unknown liquids stuck. I had a wet cloth and tried to get it out by my hands were shaking so bad and I couldn't see through the bleariness in my eyes.
There was a soft knock on the door. Figuring it was Audrey, I went over and pulled the door open slowly. Instead, I came in contact with Calum, one of Luke's friends. I gave him a horrified look before shutting the door abruptly.
"Makayla," he coaxed softly, "I'm not here because of Luke or Amber."
"Go away," I whimpered, leaning against the door, "I just want to be alone,"
"C'mon Mick," he sighed, "I want to help you,"
I slowly pulled the door back open. He gave a reassuring smile. I finally opened the door all the way and let him in. He came in and let the door close again, leaving the two of us in the bathroom alone.
"Go sit," he pointed to the sink.
I sniffled and trudged over, pushing myself up onto the sink. I swung my legs back and forth while I waited, staring down at the laces of my sperrys. When I looked back up he had a wet paper towel. His eyes met mine, asking for permission. I nodded and he began to gently wipe the sticky mascara from my cheeks.
I immediately shied away when I realized how bad I looked. He saw the insecurity in my eyes and stopped.
"Makayla," he sighed, "relax. You don't look bad,"
"Yes I do," my voice cracked, "my hair is gross, my makeup is gone, and I'm a crying sniffly mess!"
He frowned, "that doesn't matter. Don't be shy like that, you're beautiful Mick,"
I blushed, "that's really nice of you to say, thank you,"
He gave a small smile, "don't mention it. Now lemme finish,"
I nodded and he quickly finished cleaning all the stray food off my face. I picked some pieces of lettuce and tomatoes out. After that, I was pretty much good.
"Thank you," I smiled bashfully as Calum.
He gave me a boyish grin, "it was my pleasure,"
I rolled my eyes playfully and gave him a small hug before hopping off the sink.
"The bell is about to ring," I noted, "we better get to class,"
Luke's POV
I watched Calum stand up from his chair and go after Makayla. I wanted to go after him and tell him not to, but Amber was making her way towards me. I sighed and sat back in my chair, knowing I was stuck. She had a smug little smirk on her face, and for some reason it annoyed me.
"Hey babe," she grinned proudly, "did you see me?"
Ashton and Michael both looked at her like she had said the most absurd thing in the history of the world.
"You're proud of that?" Mikey rose an eyebrow.
She turned and glared at him, "that slut had it coming to her,"
"Makayla isn't fucking your boyfriend," Ashton snorted, "and you know that she isn't. You're just jealous that she's been around Luke, and you're scared,"
"I am not scared," she stated, clenching her fists so hard that her long nails dug into the palm of her hands.
"Yes you are," Michael laughed, "because you know that she's better than you,"
"She is not!" Amber shrieked.
"I mean, she's a lot nicer than you are," Ashton listed, "and she has more friends than you, and her skin isn't dorito colored because of makeup,"
"Ash," I warned.
"No! you don't say a word!" She pointed to me, "you never do anyways!"
"That's because you don't let me talk!" I growled.
Her eyes were on fire as she glared at me, "what's that supposed to mean?"
I knew I was treading in dangerous waters now. Being single by the end of this period was a very real possibility, and I couldn't find it in myself to care one bit.
Through all my anger I realized that this relationship was unecessary and pointless. All we ever did was fuck. That's all she was to me, and that's all I was to her. I don't even know why I started "dating" her in the first place. Maybe I wanted a reliable booty call, but then again I may well have been high.
All she did when we weren't fucking was cling to me side and run her mouth. I never kissed her- outside of when we were fucking- and I've never hugged her, or held her hand, or any of that couple stuff. Not even close.
"You can't keep your mouth shut," I said calmly, "and yeah, I know, those things you've been saying about Mickey are total lies. I should've said something, I should've stopped them, but i didn't because I'm a self absorbed asshole. I'm through with you Amber, I'm tired of all your fucking lies."
She let out an enraged sound. I don't really know what it was called, but it resembled the sound a donkey made. A weird, high pitched, angry squeal, if that makes any sense.
"Fuck you Luke!" She yelled, "I hope you die!"
"Woah," ash sat back, "she's heated,"
"I never liked her anyways," Michael shrugged, going back to eating like nothing had happened.
I stood up, telling them I was going to my locker early. They shrugged and I left. In reality though, I going to try to find Mickey. I was feeling pretty guilty at the moment.
I sauntered out of the cafeteria, immediately taking to the hallways. I had no doubt in my mind that she had retreated to the girls bathroom. I passed through the dead hallways. It was pretty quiet and dark, and I honestly couldn't see that well because the lights were off at the moment. The girls room was all the way at the end of the hallway, but I was alone so I shoved my hands in my pockets and went slowly.
Sure I was guilty, but I was reluctant to actually see her. I knew I had made her cry, and I hated that I did. I can only recall one other time when I made her cry. That was when we were much younger. If memory served me correctly, she was 7 and I was 8 or 9. We didn't really know eachother that well at the time, but we went to the same school and I remembered seeing her in the hallways a couple times.
Flashback
"Why didn't you catch it?" I huffed.
"You threw it when I wasn't paying attention!" Axle, one of my friends at the time argued.
We had been passing back and forth with the soccerball in the school parkinglot. It was a really hot day, so most of the kids were sitting in the shade underneath the trees. Little Makayla was no exception.
She had been sitting contently, talking with her friends while plucking the grass out of the ground. Her back was turned to us, so she didn't see the soccer ball until it smashed into the back of her head. I kicked the ball, but I was supposed to go to Axle, and it did, he just wasn't paying attention and let it fly past him.
We both jogged over to retrieve the ball. It would've been fine if Makayla wasn't crying. Her friends were all crowded around her, asking if she was okay. She was holding the back of her head and saying how it hurt really bad. I felt really bad, and went over to apologize.
"I'm sorry," I blushed, "I didn't mean to hit you with the ball,"
She looked up, her sad brown eyes watching me for a moment. Then axle came up behind me.
"What're you doing?" Axle sneered, "you know that we don't talk to the 2nd grade babies,"
"I am not a baby!" Makayla clenched her little fists angrily, "you hurt me!"
"I was just apologizing," I scratched the back on my neck.
"Don't waste your time," axle waved me off, "she's just overreacting,"
Makayla looked hurt. Her friends all looked unsure of what to say, seeming to take as much offense from his comment as she did. She looked to me, seeing if I would stand up for her, but I didn't."
End of Flashback
History does tend to repeat itself. I knew that she didn't like me since that day. I never really had my own reason for hating her. I just didn't like her because she didn't like me. Simple as that. Except it really wasn't that simple. I did enjoy her company, though I would never admit it. She was really energetic and sarcastic and funny and she made me laugh.
I thought I didn't have feelings for her. I was sure of it. But it was hard to not think about her nearly every second of the day when I was living with her. I was seeing her when no one else was around, when she didn't have to put on an act. She was the same, and I liked that.
The girls bathroom door opened before I could get there. Two silhouettes exited. The first I could easily tell was Mickey. The second was much taller, Calum. The light from the bathroom filtered out a bit, revealing their faces. Makayla had a light smile on her face, while Calum had a playful grin.
It made my blood boil. I knew it shouldn't have. I shouldn't care as much as I did. But I couldn't help it.
Makayla saw me and her smile was wiped off her face. She looked sad, like she was ready to start crying again. She stopped in her tracks, alarming Calum to my presence. He saw me and watched me carefully.
I stood in front of the girl's room mirror. My makeup was smearing down my face, and I looked like a complete mess. I had gotten most of the actual pieces of trash out of my hair, but there was stick yucky salad dressing and unknown liquids stuck. I had a wet cloth and tried to get it out by my hands were shaking so bad and I couldn't see through the bleariness in my eyes.
There was a soft knock on the door. Figuring it was Audrey, I went over and pulled the door open slowly. Instead, I came in contact with Calum, one of Luke's friends. I gave him a horrified look before shutting the door abruptly.
"Makayla," he coaxed softly, "I'm not here because of Luke or Amber."
"Go away," I whimpered, leaning against the door, "I just want to be alone,"
"C'mon Mick," he sighed, "I want to help you,"
I slowly pulled the door back open. He gave a reassuring smile. I finally opened the door all the way and let him in. He came in and let the door close again, leaving the two of us in the bathroom alone.
"Go sit," he pointed to the sink.
I sniffled and trudged over, pushing myself up onto the sink. I swung my legs back and forth while I waited, staring down at the laces of my sperrys. When I looked back up he had a wet paper towel. His eyes met mine, asking for permission. I nodded and he began to gently wipe the sticky mascara from my cheeks.
I immediately shied away when I realized how bad I looked. He saw the insecurity in my eyes and stopped.
"Makayla," he sighed, "relax. You don't look bad,"
"Yes I do," my voice cracked, "my hair is gross, my makeup is gone, and I'm a crying sniffly mess!"
He frowned, "that doesn't matter. Don't be shy like that, you're beautiful Mick,"
I blushed, "that's really nice of you to say, thank you,"
He gave a small smile, "don't mention it. Now lemme finish,"
I nodded and he quickly finished cleaning all the stray food off my face. I picked some pieces of lettuce and tomatoes out. After that, I was pretty much good.
"Thank you," I smiled bashfully as Calum.
He gave me a boyish grin, "it was my pleasure,"
I rolled my eyes playfully and gave him a small hug before hopping off the sink.
"The bell is about to ring," I noted, "we better get to class,"
Luke's POV
I watched Calum stand up from his chair and go after Makayla. I wanted to go after him and tell him not to, but Amber was making her way towards me. I sighed and sat back in my chair, knowing I was stuck. She had a smug little smirk on her face, and for some reason it annoyed me.
"Hey babe," she grinned proudly, "did you see me?"
Ashton and Michael both looked at her like she had said the most absurd thing in the history of the world.
"You're proud of that?" Mikey rose an eyebrow.
She turned and glared at him, "that slut had it coming to her,"
"Makayla isn't fucking your boyfriend," Ashton snorted, "and you know that she isn't. You're just jealous that she's been around Luke, and you're scared,"
"I am not scared," she stated, clenching her fists so hard that her long nails dug into the palm of her hands.
"Yes you are," Michael laughed, "because you know that she's better than you,"
"She is not!" Amber shrieked.
"I mean, she's a lot nicer than you are," Ashton listed, "and she has more friends than you, and her skin isn't dorito colored because of makeup,"
"Ash," I warned.
"No! you don't say a word!" She pointed to me, "you never do anyways!"
"That's because you don't let me talk!" I growled.
Her eyes were on fire as she glared at me, "what's that supposed to mean?"
I knew I was treading in dangerous waters now. Being single by the end of this period was a very real possibility, and I couldn't find it in myself to care one bit.
Through all my anger I realized that this relationship was unecessary and pointless. All we ever did was fuck. That's all she was to me, and that's all I was to her. I don't even know why I started "dating" her in the first place. Maybe I wanted a reliable booty call, but then again I may well have been high.
All she did when we weren't fucking was cling to me side and run her mouth. I never kissed her- outside of when we were fucking- and I've never hugged her, or held her hand, or any of that couple stuff. Not even close.
"You can't keep your mouth shut," I said calmly, "and yeah, I know, those things you've been saying about Mickey are total lies. I should've said something, I should've stopped them, but i didn't because I'm a self absorbed asshole. I'm through with you Amber, I'm tired of all your fucking lies."
She let out an enraged sound. I don't really know what it was called, but it resembled the sound a donkey made. A weird, high pitched, angry squeal, if that makes any sense.
"Fuck you Luke!" She yelled, "I hope you die!"
"Woah," ash sat back, "she's heated,"
"I never liked her anyways," Michael shrugged, going back to eating like nothing had happened.
I stood up, telling them I was going to my locker early. They shrugged and I left. In reality though, I going to try to find Mickey. I was feeling pretty guilty at the moment.
I sauntered out of the cafeteria, immediately taking to the hallways. I had no doubt in my mind that she had retreated to the girls bathroom. I passed through the dead hallways. It was pretty quiet and dark, and I honestly couldn't see that well because the lights were off at the moment. The girls room was all the way at the end of the hallway, but I was alone so I shoved my hands in my pockets and went slowly.
Sure I was guilty, but I was reluctant to actually see her. I knew I had made her cry, and I hated that I did. I can only recall one other time when I made her cry. That was when we were much younger. If memory served me correctly, she was 7 and I was 8 or 9. We didn't really know eachother that well at the time, but we went to the same school and I remembered seeing her in the hallways a couple times.
Flashback
"Why didn't you catch it?" I huffed.
"You threw it when I wasn't paying attention!" Axle, one of my friends at the time argued.
We had been passing back and forth with the soccerball in the school parkinglot. It was a really hot day, so most of the kids were sitting in the shade underneath the trees. Little Makayla was no exception.
She had been sitting contently, talking with her friends while plucking the grass out of the ground. Her back was turned to us, so she didn't see the soccer ball until it smashed into the back of her head. I kicked the ball, but I was supposed to go to Axle, and it did, he just wasn't paying attention and let it fly past him.
We both jogged over to retrieve the ball. It would've been fine if Makayla wasn't crying. Her friends were all crowded around her, asking if she was okay. She was holding the back of her head and saying how it hurt really bad. I felt really bad, and went over to apologize.
"I'm sorry," I blushed, "I didn't mean to hit you with the ball,"
She looked up, her sad brown eyes watching me for a moment. Then axle came up behind me.
"What're you doing?" Axle sneered, "you know that we don't talk to the 2nd grade babies,"
"I am not a baby!" Makayla clenched her little fists angrily, "you hurt me!"
"I was just apologizing," I scratched the back on my neck.
"Don't waste your time," axle waved me off, "she's just overreacting,"
Makayla looked hurt. Her friends all looked unsure of what to say, seeming to take as much offense from his comment as she did. She looked to me, seeing if I would stand up for her, but I didn't."
End of Flashback
History does tend to repeat itself. I knew that she didn't like me since that day. I never really had my own reason for hating her. I just didn't like her because she didn't like me. Simple as that. Except it really wasn't that simple. I did enjoy her company, though I would never admit it. She was really energetic and sarcastic and funny and she made me laugh.
I thought I didn't have feelings for her. I was sure of it. But it was hard to not think about her nearly every second of the day when I was living with her. I was seeing her when no one else was around, when she didn't have to put on an act. She was the same, and I liked that.
The girls bathroom door opened before I could get there. Two silhouettes exited. The first I could easily tell was Mickey. The second was much taller, Calum. The light from the bathroom filtered out a bit, revealing their faces. Makayla had a light smile on her face, while Calum had a playful grin.
It made my blood boil. I knew it shouldn't have. I shouldn't care as much as I did. But I couldn't help it.
Makayla saw me and her smile was wiped off her face. She looked sad, like she was ready to start crying again. She stopped in her tracks, alarming Calum to my presence. He saw me and watched me carefully.
Notes
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