28 Chapter 28

Michael's P. O. V

"Think about it!"June pestered while I stuffed my books into my locker, I took my hoodie and shoved it into my bag. "It would win everyone's hearts"she said.

June was convinced that if me and Diana could compete in some couples trivia then we would be a more convincing couple.

"Give me one solid reason"she said, and folded her arms, "it's dumb and I have a reputation"I said.

The game was tomorrow and I couldn't have anything distracting me from doing my all round best. And it seemed like lately anything related to Diana kind of threw me off course.

"You're just seeing the cons, I'll go ask your girlfriend what she thinks"June said and left to go pester Diana.

I liked the sound of the title attached to Diana, I felt tipsy when I heard it.

West walked up to me and slammed my locker, he still had a bandage on his nose. That made me smile.

"Aren't so different from me now are you?"He asked resting against my locker. God! I don't have time for this today.

"Get out"I said dryly not evening willing to listen to him.

"You got benched for two weeks because of a girl, a girl that's a slut. She must give it to you good for you to still be with her after she was with your friend"West said.

"If you talk shit again about her then that nose of yours won't be your only problem"I threaten, clenching my fist. I slung my bag against my shoulder and turned to leave when I heard.

"I'll maybe try to take a swing at her, she might consider it right?"West said and anger began boiling.

I turned to swing a punch at the prick, but Pablo beat me to it. "Fuck you!"West said holding his nose on the floor, Pablo towered over him.

"Mike don't hit him"Pablo said while holding me back, "he's trying to get you off the field for your game tomorrow"Pablo said.

Fuck! Coach has a rule, we have to have a punishment free day before the match to get to play. This bastard was trying to ruin my clean streak.

"Don't talk trash about senorita again or else I'll make sure you never walk you little fucker"Pablo said and kicked his gut. West laid on the floor laughing in pain, I felt like hitting him so hard, but I had to refrain.

Pablo led me out of there, we had a class to get to.

"You okay?"he asked, I relaxed my fist and let out a sigh. "He's a lucky little fucker"I said.

"Thanks"I said, trying to kill the silence between us both, we hadn't really talked like we used to.

"It's nothing, that west had it coming"he said, you don't need to tell me twice. "Good luck on your game tomorrow"he said and turned to leave. "Wait? You won't be there?"I asked, he just looked at me then broke a small smile.

"Nah, I have stuff to take care of"he said and walked away.

Something felt off, this would be my first game without my best friend around to watch me.

We wouldn't get ice cream afterwards at our favorite place, things would change tonight, and not for the better.

I headed for class, coach insisted no practice today we had to attend each motherfucking class today and no mischief. I walked into literature class, and guess who I see?.

It's not Diana, it's Samantha.

She dyed her hair black for some reason and was waving at me. I took a quick survey, no other empty seat around so I sit down beside her.

"Okay class why don't we all share what we found in the story?"Our literature teacher asked while sitting down.

"Like my new look?"Samantha asked me, I pretended to not hear her and focus on the question, but the girl wouldn't quit talking about her hair color.

"Late again Diana, why don't you tell us about Wuthering Heights?"Mrs Mandeleeya asked. I froze at the mention of her name, I looked above me to see her in her uniform, her black hair packed in a ponytail.

"Me?"she asked in a daze, I chuckled at her absentmindedness, it looked kinda cute. Our teacher gestured her to go ahead, I sat upright ready to listen to what she had to say.

"The...The story is..."

She stopped, "I don't know what to say"she said, Mrs Mandeleeya stared at her funnily, "why not? Don't you know the story"Our teacher asked.

"Dumb much..."Sam muttered under her breath, I glanced at her then glared at her. I placed my focus back on Diana.

"I don't know so much on it, like I don't know if Cathrine was better with Edgar or if she would have been happier with Heathcliff. Which FYI is a bad name to give a child"she said and the class laughed at that including me.

"Or if Isabella and Heathcliff would have actually fallen in love with each other if circumstances were different. He said he hated her right, but hate and love seem to be one in the same."Diana said.

"Hate and love? That sounds interesting, class project! Partner up and discuss the theme of hate and love in the story. And tell the class your view on the opinion that hate and love are the same"Mrs Mandeleeya said.

"More homework!"someone groaned, "let's pair up"Sam said looking straight at me. I kept my vision on Diana who was busy looking for a place to sit.

"I gotta partner already, my girlfriend whose loads hotter than you"I said and got up to find her a seat.

Diana's P. O. V

I buried my face in my novel trying to understand the boring conversation between the characters. I couldn't seem to focus as a certain someone kept using his pencils to drum on the table.

"Would you quit it?"I asked Michael, "that was just a warm-up"he said with a sly grin, he intensified his drumming causing people to look at us.

"Stop"I begged, "or I'll break your pencils"I added, "these are yours."he said and continued his drum solo getting louder.

"So childish!"I reprimanded, he stopped and faced me, "I'll stop if you agree to partner with me for our project"He proposed.

Did I hear right or was I hearing things? He wanted me? The girl with no knowledge of literature to partner with him on a project, did he want to fail?

"Why not"I said, I could throw my weight around and get him to do all the work for me. That reminded me of what I needed to do. "Here"I said handing him the hoodie I pulled out of my book bag. He took it from me and examined it, "why does it say MIKE. 69.?"He asked while staring at it oddly.

"No it doesn't"I denied and tossed my gaze at the other members of the class. My gaze accidentally landed on Sam, I raised a brow at her. When did she have black hair?

"Um...yes it does"Michael persisted, "it's a nine and an upside down nine"I said, "duh!"I added.

"Right!"he said looking at me funny, "I don't remember my hoodie having two nines"he said. "That's because you jocks spend too much time playing keep away to remember much"I said referring to yesterday. He half grinned.

"Is that so?"he asked looking mischievous, "because I vividly remember my hoodie looking like this"he said while searching inside his bag, he yanked out an identical hoodie and dropped it on the table next to mine.

"The....you were with it?!"I asked in rage, I spent thirty dollars on that hoodie! It was part of my last year's birthday money.

He stared at me without saying anything, I picked up the sweater and attacked him with it. Not sure how much damage I could cause though.

"Hey! Stop! people are staring!"he said, "I'll kill you"I said getting caught in the moment. "I thought I lost your hoodie and got you a new one and now it's useless"I said.

"Let's take a look"he said and picked up the hoodie I bought he put it on and tossed me his.

"Perfect fit. Why don't we trade, you give me this one and have mine. How does that sound?"he asked, the bell rang before I could answer him. He stood up and turned to leave, not giving me much of a choice.

"Oh and I love the style it happens to be one of my favorites"he said and turned around. He walked away leaving me in perplexion, style? All I could see was his name and the numbers 69....69...."Six!..."I covered my mouth in realisation of what he actually meant by that! I could hear him laughing at my sudden realisation I got up and went after him to beat him to a pulp for having such dirty thoughts.

A/N: See you guys in the next chapter! Thanks for reading.