Michael's P.O.V
I brushed through my hair, talking to Jada. "Michael, I heard Mr.Ferris wants you to get tutored." She smirked evilly. "What?! By who?" I felt my fists curl up in balls, and anger built up. "Calm down, and just talk to her. Don't beat up somebody in the process!" She chuckled, and walked away. I leaned up against the ocean blue lockers. Jada was shaking her hips, trying to catch my attention. Still not as hot as Anastasia. My eyes caught to her colorful style, and her smile causing sparks. I felt her eyes go to me, frowning. She walked away, going to homeroom. She always left early. I switched my backpacks, and made my way to Calum. "Dude! I gotta be tutored!" I yelled in frustration, still a little ways away from him. He stared at me confused. "Uh... Make up an excuse." He attempted to calm me down. "I can't! I have used all the ones I can..." I mumbled. I felt something brush up against my arm. "Watch it, nerd!" I screamed, grabbing him by the collar, and throwing him up against the locker. "Please don't hurt me! I'm sorry!" He sobbed. I rolled my eyes, and struck him in the eye. The kid whined. "Hey! Stop! Jerk, he's the same as you!" I heard a voice scream, running after me. My one and only instinct, turn around and defend. I dropped the boy, and turned around, striking the victim in the jaw. "Dude!" I heard Calum scream. Anastasia... "Anastasia! Are you alright! Please forgive me!" I tried to help her up. She smacked my hand. "Get your grubby hands off of me!" She gritted through her teeth. "Michael! Anastasia! My office now!" I heard the principle scream. Crap! I walked with shame to the office. "You're dead." I whispered to her. Her eyes filled up with fear and shock. She saw what I was capable of. I can get worse. "Michael, again?! I thought you promised to not do this again! Do you need to go back to the guidance consular?" She looked concerned. "Uh... No! Please don't! I just-" Anastasia interrupted me. "It's my fault." She said. Did she just say that? "What?" Mrs. Hollak had a surprised look on her face.
Anastasia's P.O.V
I was scared. I'm not letting him beat me up! I never wanna experience that! I'm the one that has to tutor that idiot. His grades are scary. He is cute though. I smiled at my thoughts. "What caused this? No word from you, Michael!" She glared at him. Why did he have to go to the guidance counselor? "Well, I was going to him to tell him about his grades, and he turned around and punched me. I was making fun of him." I tried to make up a good enough excuse to get him out of trouble. I just need to know why he has to see Mrs. Whitey. "How about detention for both of you. After school dentition for the rest of the week." She said, dismissing us. I walked out with Michael. "I'm sorry, Anastasia. It was instinct." He chocked. Sounding like he was going to cry. "Why do you have to go to Mrs. Whitey?" I jumped to my question. "Uh... I have to get to class." He fled. Well it's private. I looked down at my foot. A bracelet? I looked back at Michael, wearing tons of bracelets. "Weird..." I said to myself. I picked it up. I walked around the empty halls, back to homeroom. "Anastasia! You're late! Where were you?" Mr. Ferris asked me. "I was covering up for a friend in detention. I blamed it on myself." I said. I told him everything. We even had each other's Twitter names. "M'k... Next time let him get the punishment he deserves. "You're tutoring Michael Clifford all this week. Just a reminder." He smiled and sent me to my desk. Michael smiled at me. We had almost all the same classes. I glared at him, still holding the bracelet. I shoved it into my pocket. Staring at his arms, I noticed something. A few scars were poking out. That's what this bracelet was for... My eyes stung with tears. Maybe he's not that bad boy I thought he was. My glare turned into a smile.

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