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Who would have thought that Michael being a jerk towards me would work me up so much? I had been nothing but rude to every single person that tried talking to me. I snapped at them when they asked me something, and then I felt guilty for it and had to apologize.

Luckily, I was finally done for the day, grabbing my stuff I headed out of the door. I walked outside, the wind slapping against me, I zipped my jacket up, wishing nothing more than my warm bed. Looking up, I stopped dead in my tracks. Michael stood right in front of me, leaning against his car. His black leather jacket hugged his upper body perfectly. The look he was rocking was bad boy casual, and I could feel my body heating up already. Just because I was mad at him didn't mean that I stopped caring, so I walked up to him; curiosity getting the best of me. I folded my arms over my chest and stood my ground. He hadnt moved an inch ever since our eyes met when I came out of the shop.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to pick you up," Michael answered nonchalantly. If anytime was a good time to be angry with him, it would be at that exact moment. He just assumed that everything between us was fine. Didnt it register with him that he had hurt my feelings like I didnt even matter to him; even a little bit.

I rolled my eyes, and even though I tried being the better person, I went with a snappy tone. "So, now Im good enough to be around you?"

Michael pushed himself away from the car and grabbed onto me, pulling me closer towards him. If I wasnt angry with him, I would have appreciated his body heat that instantly warmed me. I wonder how he did it, switching his moods like that. One moment he was all over me, the next he didn't want anything to do with me.

"Autumn," He said in a low, stern voice, melting my insides. "It wasnt like that at all."

I ignored him and tried moving out of his touch. I groaned with irritation, his proximity was doing crazy things to me, and I didnt want to give in that easily. Michael sighed and held me tighter. I looked at him slightly.

"The only reason I said that was because I wanted to hang out with you tonight and if I told them that they would have wanted to tag along." He explained, his voice sounding sincere. "I just wanted to spend some alone time with you."

My heart melted at his words usually, me being my untrustworthy self would call him a liar, but this time, with him, felt different. I could see that he was being honest. Yet, I wanted him to work a little harder for it, he should understand that he hurt me, and I wasnt just any girl.

"Please forgive me?" he whispered against my ear.

The fact that he had this effect on me was going to be my downfall. I was falling hard. It scared me senseless because there was nothing that could prevent it. The honest truth, I didnt want anything to intercept it; I was loving every feeling that came with being near Michael Woods. His hand pressed under my chin, pushing it upwards. Our eyes met, and I knew I had lost this battle. There was a beautiful spark in his eyes; it screamed happiness and mischief. I wanted to be part of every single moment of it. I nodded, finally giving him an answer.

"Let me make it up to you!" He kissed my forehead and didnt wait for my reply, before pushing me into the passenger side of the car, without an explanation.

The ride to wherever he was taking me was silent. I could see that he was eager to talk to me but didnt want to push his luck. I didnt make an attempt either. I was still angry with him, though, subconsciously, I knew that I had to forgive him. I wasnt ready yet; it still hurt. Michael finally stopped the car the scene outside the window made me realize where exactly we were.

"What are we doing here, Michael?" I asked, looking around. Michael walked around the car to get to my side. His hand was holding onto a piece of black cloth, and I looked at him sceptically.

"I'm going to blindfold you. Please dont freak out." He smiled boyishly. At that, I scoffed and moved away from him.

"Don't freak out? Are you serious? I'm in the middle of no were with a guy who probably wants to kill me!" I panicked, hugging my upper body. He wasnt listening to a word I said. Instead, he just spun me around and quickly tightened the cloth around my eyes. I started flapping my arms around to reach him and kick his butt, but he held me still and spoke up.

"Where's your sense of advent-"

"It died in a ditch, probably where I'm going!"

He chuckled and began to lead me. "Relax Princess I won't let you get hurt, badly." I slapped what felt like his arm, and he chuckled. I couldnt see where we were going and even though I had seen this park before I wasnt familiar with its surroundings. So, I had no choice but to let him lead me.

'You could take off the blindfold genius,' Lilly mocked. I rolled my eyes. Like I said, no choice.

"If I fall, I'll kill you!" I threatened him.

I felt him chuckle against me. "Calm down, I won't let you fall. Unless its for me." I blushed scarlet and took a hold of his hand to be more secure.

"Can I take off the blindfold?" I asked him after we stopped.

"No, woman, geez you're impatient." I heard him whine a few feet away from me. I could hear him moving things around and mumbling complaints under his breath. Just give me a minute. I huffed out a breath, getting annoyed at how slow he was. After a few more minutes it got quiet around me, my arms filled with goosebumps, I knew what he was planning. I felt him before I heard him, he had this weird effect on me, and I loved it.

"Ready," he whispered in my ear, his breath blowing against my neck. Michael turned me around, removing the blindfold from me. I held onto his waist and looked up at him through my lashes, our height difference having an impact.

"Nice try." I smiled.

He looked at me as if he had a million words to share. A lazy smile fell on his lips, and he turned me around. We stood in front of the big apple tree in the park; different coloured lights filled the tree from top to bottom, illuminating our surroundings. Under the tree laid a red squared blanket with two pillows and a brown pleaded basket on top of it. I looked over at Michael, and my heart filled with warm fuzzy feelings. His face held the prettiest smile I had ever seen on him; he looked beyond excited. He shot me a wink and pulled us both towards the blankets, sitting down, he served us drinks.

"Please tell me you didn't cook?" I asked, slightly afraid when he started pulling containers from the basket. He shot me a glare, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"You'll be surprised how amazing I can cook, little girl." He smirked, and I was very thankful for the fact that I was seated because that had made my knees weak. Great personality, once you looked past everything on the outside, excellent looks and the boy can cook.

'Bags, I better put a ring on it,' Lilly gasped.

"This was very thoughtful of you, Michael." I thanked him, taking a bite from the ratatouille he had made; all the flavours blended on my tongue, making me moan. He cleared his, throat and a faint blush coated his cheeks.

"It was no trouble princess. I wanted to do something nice for you." He grabbed my hand and held it. "My way of apologizing for everything I've done." I wanted to kiss him, but I knew he wasn't ready, and I definitely wasn't feeling up for rejection again. So, instead, I just smiled.

After eating and some light conversation, we laid down on the pillows and stared at the beautiful lights.

"I owe you an explanation as to why I always-" he broke the silence, his voice hesitantly. "Why I'm so scared when it comes to you." I glanced at him; my face held curiosity. I wasn't going to stop him; I needed answers.

"My ex, we dated for two years. We met at school. At first, she was shy and cute, very friendly with everyone, a heart of gold. After a while, she started changing, but I realized it too late."

It made sense why he was so standoffish with me; she must have messed him up badly.

"Before she came to our school, I was a bit of a player, not as bad as now but she changed that. She didn't want anything to do with my player ways, and I wanted her badly. So, I changed for her, became what she wanted. After two months of hanging out with her, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and she said yes." I vaguely remembered this it was a month after I arrived at school. I saw him with her a few times, and then it stopped. After that, he started bullying me.

"We were happy. She was my everything, and I gave her my everything."

I couldn't stop looking at him, the boy that held himself together around everyone, was crumbling down in front of me. He was opening up to me completely. I could see the pain in his eyes and the regret that laced his words. How fragile he became because of her because of his first love. Its true what they say you never forget your first love. I leaned closer and intertwined our hands, reassuring him that he wasnt alone anymore. Michael pulled our linked hands and laid it on his stomach, unknowingly rubbing circles on my hand. Michael continued.

"One afternoon, I had football practice and told her to wait for me at home. I would meet her there. I remember being so happy that day because it was our two-year anniversary and I had an amazing date planned." Michael chuckled, humorously and sat up ruffling his hair. I sat up and crossed my legs, feeling horrible, knowing what was coming next. "I went looking for her because she wasn't in our usual spot. I found her in my room, though. Guess what she was doing?" he asked rhetorically. "She was hooking up with a scumbag under my covers. I later came to find out that she had been cheating on me for a year and a half. Every time I would be at practice, she was busy hooking up with the same guy." He snarled. My heart broke, and I wanted to find this girl and beat the living light out of her. He was an amazing person who didn't deserve something like that happen to him.

"I'm so sorry, Michael," I apologized, not knowing what to say. "No one deserves to go through that."

"After breaking up with her and beating the guy up, I made a promise to myself that I would never let anyone hurt me like that again. I turned into a player and fu... slept with everything in a skirt. After her, I told myself I would never kiss another girl again because thats how I fell in love with her." His eyes glazed over, and he looked at our hands still together. "I gave her my heart, and she broke it completely."

"No one is beyond repair, Michael." A gentle smile stretched on my cheeks. "There's still hope."

Michael snorted. "I didn't tell you this so you could pity me. I just wanted you to know why I am like this." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. He could be so stubborn sometimes.

"I don't pity you."

He covered his shock by looking away. "Good, because I probably deserved it." At this, I gasped. How could he deserve being cheated on? How stupid can this boy be? I grabbed Michaels face and turned it so he could look at me.

"It doesn't matter if you were a horrible boyfriend; it doesnt entail her cheating on you. She could have dumped you Michael, but instead, she chose to sleep around. That makes her the bad one and not you." I scolded him. His face said it all; he was regretful for saying that, his anger got the best of him. "Promise me you won't think like that?" He looked at me with a glint in his eyes. He picked me up and placed me on his lap, pulling me closer into an embrace. He looked so peaceful, yet his eyes were swimming in a pool of heartache.

"I promise."

"When youre finally ready, Michael." I looked him in the eyes. "You'll be an amazing boyfriend, and that girl will be happy to have you." His face contoured into a small smile, and he placed a lingering kiss on my forehead.

Who would have thought that the broken girl would fix herself so she could save him?

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