He better not choose you as his goddamn sex slave!" Michael yells, raging with fury. He wasn't taking the news of me having to be presented to Luke very well. "And you better not want him to!"

"No! God no, why would I want that rude son of a bitch to choose me as his toy? I honestly. hope he doesn't." I reply, placing my hands on Michael's shoulders. "Calm down."

"No, Ryn! Do you honestly think I'm just going to sit here while you walk towards that bullshit with your hands up? Hell no! If he chooses you, he'll take every ounce of innocence you've got!

"Then you won't be the sweet Kathryn Mae LaBelle I know now, but some kind of sex crazed monster. And when your year is over, you'd be a scorned, broken hearted mess. Just like how the rest of his little dolls turn out. And, God knows what he does, but I won't be able to save you. You'll be left as a horny, heartbroken mess." Michael yells, running his hands through his black hair as he paces around his bedroom.

"Mikey, you know I don't want to do this! But I have to. I have no choice. So, I'll go, do a horrible job at my presentation, then come home. Okay?" I explain. "Maybe we can even go and act like we're together, yeah? That could change his mind!"

"I don't know, Ryn, Luke's a stubborn King." Michael says, then slamming his hands on his dresser. "Damn it! Why couldn't have been Niall? Or even Liam? At least I could sleep knowing you were learning guitar, or finding cures-"

"-and smoking weed-" I add.

"Still. I honestly would rather you get high than be nailed to a wall fifty times a day!" Michael says, his voice turning from angry to...sad? "I just don't want you to get hurt, Kathryn."

"I know, Michael, I really do." I respond, cupping his face with my hands. "But, picked or not picked, I promise I won't let him take advantage of me."

"You're way too good for him, you know." Michael comments, cupping my face in return.

"I know." I say, smiling.

"Just making sure." Michael replies as we both release each other.
We stand in silence a few moments.

"You're sure you're going to be okay Thursday?" Michael asks softly.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I answer.

Am I?

"Alright." Michael says, dismissing the conversation. "Do you wanna stay for dinner? I'll walk you home after."

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I say, and we head downstairs to Michael's kitchen.


After a lovely dinner of baked spaghetti and garlic bread (thanks to Michael's mum), Mikey walks me home. We laugh and chat the whole way, talking about the most perverted things you can think of. Because, you know, that's what best buds do.

"Thanks for walking me home." I say as we reach the all-mighty gate leading to my house.

"No problem," Michael smiles. "See you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yes, Gordon, I will see you tomorrow." I reply.

"Okay, Mae. I had fun today." Michael rhymes. We both laugh.

"Except for events of late." I giggle. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Kathryn."

"Bye, Michael."

Notes

I honestly have no idea what to write here anymore.

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