twelve

"So, you're not my friend?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Yes, I'm good without friends." he said, running his free hand through his shiny, black hair. "I want to take a shower."

"How many times do I have to tell you that I'm not going to take a shower with you ?" I replied, emphasising on the last two words.

"First of all, I have no interest in taking a shower with you. Second of all, who's asking you to take off all your clothes?" he said and I nodded understandingly on his second statement.

"So what am I going to wear?"

"Your underwear and bra." he said, giving me a flat look.

"Are you kidding me?!" I asked, shocked by his response.

"What's the problem? if you can wear a bikini in front of me then undergarments are not a big deal." he was right what's the difference between a bikini and undergarments.

"Okay then, but keep a check on your hands under shower, in case they are going somewhere else."

***

It was almost midnight and Michael was stuck to the television like a ten year old, flipping through channels again and again. I was on my phone, messaging Ashley.

Ash- What are you both doing? ;)

Me- Nothing and stop sending me winky faces.

Ash- Nothing? :(

Me- Yes nothing.

Ash- So when are you planning to come to school?

Me- Idk :(

Ash- I don't want to scare you but you've missed a lot of classes and I'm ridiculously missing your company.

Me- I'm sorry but I really don't know.

Before Ashley could reply suddenly all the lights went off and it was pitch black. "Woah there" I said before opening my phone's flash light. "M-michael?" I turned to flash towards Michael's direction in order to find him.

"Boo!" he yelled and I jumped on the couch screaming loudly before I heard him burst into fits of laughter and I slapped his shoulder furiously. "That was fun."

"I got scared!" I snapped and he was still laughing.

"You don't have to be scared of anything until I'm here" he said in-between laughs and I rolled my eyes, which I knew he wouldn't be able to see in the pitch black room.

"What happened to the lights?" I asked.

"Sometimes it happens." he said and I rolled my eyes yet again.

"This is such a huge mansion and you don't even have a generator, wow." I said, clapping my hands sarcastically.

"Sometimes the generator also doesn't works." he said.

Everything was happening like a typical teen fiction story and it was making me sick. The lights went off and the generator isn't working. Now, Michael will ask me to go to the pool and then we will kiss. Nah, I'm just thinking too much.

"What are we going to do now?" I asked.

"Lets go to the pool" he said and my eyes widened.

Am I hallucinating?!

"It's midnight, are you crazy or something?!" I snapped. What was he even thinking that I am going to swim 12 at night with the opposite sex.

Well, you took a shower with the opposite sex. My conscience spoke up and I shook my head, trying to forget about the awkward shower we took this morning.

"Who is asking you to swim?" he said dryly. "I'm just talking about sitting beside the pool since it's hard to go to the balcony because its in my room, which is upstairs."

We both stood up and started walking out of the mansion towards the pool. We both dipped our legs in the pool and I looked up and saw nothing, but clouds. No stars or moon were visible. "They'll not be seen now, the whether is kind of messy." Michael said and I turned my head to face him.

"Oh" was all that I could muster up.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked and I stared into his eyes for a few seconds before nodding. "Why was your makeup smeared this morning?"

My breath caught in my chest. How am I suppose to answer that?

"I told you because of sleeping it got ruined." I said not making an eye contact with him.

He cupped my cheeks with both of his hands slightly lifting my face up, so I can look into his eyes. My hand twisted a bit because of the handcuff. "Tell me the truth, Sierra." he whispered loudly.

What should I say?

He was making it harder to lie. I was ridiculously close to him, which made me even more nervous.

A lump formed in my throat and hot tears came rushing down my cheeks. "Why-why are you crying?" Michael asked, trying to wipe them off. "Tell me what happened?"

"I like.."

"You like?"

"I like Logan." I managed to lie, after all I knew Michael wouldn't care a bit.

"W-What?" Michael stuttered, taking his hands roughly off my cheeks and placing them on his sides with a cold expression on his face.

"Y-yes" I continued, stuttering. "I l-like Logan, but I think he has feelings for Ashley and so I wasn't feeling good." Wow, I'm such a liar, but honestly who cares? Everyone knows Michael Robins, son of a rich man would never develop feelings for Sierra Ventresca, a high school student, who has nothing to do with her life and that's a fact.

Liar liar pants on fire. My conscience spoke up yet again.

"So, all this time you liked Logan?" he asked, pursing his lips.

"Yes" I said.

Suddenly, he stood up and I was forced to stand up because of the handcuffs."Where are you going?" I asked.

"Inside" he said turning around. "I don't feel like sitting here any more." he stormed inside, dragging me with him without uttering another word.

What happened to him now?