eleven

I woke up with a beam of sunlight shinning across my face. I looked at my right and there he was, Michael Robins, the guy who made me feel the way like no one did. He was still asleep with his chest slightly rising up and down.

"Michael?" I said, no response. "Michael?!" I literally smacked his shoulder and he woke up, rubbing his eyes.

"What's your problem?" he said in an annoyed tone and I passed him a flat look before he stood up and sat on the bed. "Why is your eye makeup smeared?"

That's when it hit me, last night I cried myself to sleep as I was sure that even after the kiss we shared, Michael won't develop any feelings for me. I wasn't even sure if he would even remember kissing me because of the amount of alcohol he consumed. "Um...I slept so of course it has to be ruined."

"No, this is....as if you cried" he said, unsure about the fact that I actually cried.

"N-no" I stuttered and suddenly he started moving closer to me, making me more nervous.

"Sierra" he said my name, making shivers run down my spine. He moved more closer to me on the bed and picked up a strand of my hair, placing it behind my ear. "What happened?" he whispered in my ear and I pushed him away.

"There is something called personal space." I said, acting as if I didn't liked him closer to me, but in reality whenever he is near me, I literally stop breathing for two seconds and I hate the affect he has on me. I can't let him closer because I don't want my heart broken.

"What happened, Sierra?" he asked again, concern lacing his voice.

"Nothing happened" I snapped.

He pursed his lips before getting off my bed and dragging me with him. "I want to take a shower." my eyes instantly widened.

"No, are you crazy?!" I snapped furiously.

"Yes, crazy in-" he said but stopped in between and I furrowed my eyebrows, giving him a questioning look.

"In?"

"In...in your pants" he stuttered and I've never been this pissed in the history of pissing off.

"Asshole, how the fuck did you say that?!" I snapped and a giggle escaped his lips. "Wait, that didn't even made any sense!"

"With my mouth, taking help from my vocal chords. Only if you studied properly." he replied, sarcasm lacing each and every word. "And soon it'll make sense." he continued, smirking.

"You know what? fuck you!" I screamed on top of my lungs and he just laughed it off.

"But when will you, honey?" He asked shamelessly and this time there was no patience left in me. I raised my free hand before slapping him on his chest numerous times.

I stopped when I got tired with deep breaths. "Ow!! I'm dead. It hurts Sierra." He said sarcastically.

Yeah, it hurts Michael. It hurts harder than you can ever imagine.

I didn't replied for a moment before I opened my mouth. "Whatever-"

"Hey guys!" I heard someone's voice and we both snapped our heads to see Ashley and Logan standing in front of me.

"Lo and Ash" I said running towards Logan, dragging Michael with me and wrapping my free arm around Logan. "I missed you Lo, I didn't had time to talk to you last night." I said smiling and suddenly Michael yanked me towards him and I bumped into his chest. "Ow, what was that for?"

He didn't replied and eyed Logan up and down before opening his mouth. "I want to take a shower" he said and Ashley started giggling. A blush crawled up my cheek and I turned my head towards Logan, who was staring at Michael furiously.

"Sierra" Logan said in a harsh tone. "Are you going to take a shower with him?" he asked emphasising on the last two words.

"N-no, of course not-"

"Yes she is. Problem?" Michael said cutting me off and I shook my head furiously.

"No, we're not." I said clenching my jaw.

"Actually, I do have a problem." Logan said, taking a step closer to Michael and me, but his eyes were burning into Michael. "With you!" he said, pushing Michael and he stumbled a bit before regaining his position again.

"G-guys" Ashley stuttered nervously because we both knew that world war three can start any time.

Michael started laughing bitterly. "Jealous fuck!" he said, but Logan remained silent, clenching his fists.

"Sierra, we need to get these handcuffs off, we'll get the matching keys to these handcuff in any shop." he said to me, but all this time he was glaring at Michael furiously.

"Yeah-"

"Well, we'll see it later because today's Sunday." Michael said, cutting me off yet again.

"We'll do it tomorrow, calm down guys." Ashley said, taking deep breath. "We shouldn't be here at the moment, toady is Logan' grandpa's funeral"

"Wha-"

"Lets go Ashley, we should tell this to people who actually care." Logan said cutting me off and walked out of the mansion.

"I'm sorry." Ashley said before going behind him.

"I hate you!" I said and pushed Michael away.

"What have I done now?" he asked.

"What have you done?! don't even get me started because the list is hella long." I snapped. "Today, you ruined my two years old friendship with Logan in just a matter of minutes. That's one of the reasons from the long list."

"He isn't worth your friendship." he said staring into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"If he was a true friend, he would understand your situation and not get pissed if you were attached with a guy like me." he said, leaning on the wall casually.

"So, what kind of friend are you?" I asked.

"Who said I'm your friend?"