November 23, 2012

I arrived at school on my seventeenth birthday and went to my locker. I opened my locker, and there were roses and chocolates and a card that said, "Happy 17th Birthday, Babe! -Mikey<3"

I looked around, and right behind me was Michael. I pecked his lips and thanked him for the gift.

"Thanks Michael, I love it" I smiled at him, holding his hands.

"I knew you'd like it" he smiled back and someone behind him accidentally bumped into him.

"Get out of the way, asshole!!" Michael yelled at the freshman and was about to push him over.

"Michael!" I scolded, and he didn't push him over. Michael turned back to me and I smiled at him.

"So.. School ends next Wednesday, huh? What are we gonna do over the summer, because then we go on the tour in February" I said.

"I don't know. This will be our last few days in public school. I'm quitting, and you're doing online school. After this tour, you'll probably be going to college, right?"

"Probably. I'm not sure how soon I'm going, though. But I am going for sure. Mum tells me that if I got a good job and wasn't held back by you, she might consider being okay with me and you"

"So you want to get into the best school?"

"Exactly. I want Mum to approve of you, and of us.."

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After school that day, Michael came over to my house.

"Michael, what happened?" I gasped when I opened the front door to see him bruised. He had a bruise on his right cheek and a puffy bottom lip. His knuckles were bleeding a little too.

"Somebody said you were hot and sexy.."

"and you got into a big fight about it?"

"yeah. I'm not letting another guy steal you.."

"But Michael, don't hurt yourself like this! I don't like seeing you like this! What happened in the fight?"

"He said you were hot and sexy, then I told him to stay away from you. He fired back with, 'I'll do what I want' and I punched him in the mouth, and he did the same, but then punched me on my cheek too. I then hit him again in the mouth then knocked him out.."

"Michael! Don't do that! Stop getting into fights with people, especially over me"

"I'm sorry. I just don't like the thought of another guy stealing you from me"

"I get that. I feel the same way about you, but I don't fight other girls that call you hot and sexy!"

"Okay, alright. I'm sorry,"

"Don't keep apologizing, just don't do it again"

"I won't, I promise"

I pecked him on his puffy lips and said, "now let's get you cleaned up"