The Game Part 3

“He’s never done that to me before.” Luke hushed down and with watery eyes looked at Ian. “I am sorry honey I should have told you. Luke got hurt playing his back is all scraped up” Ian’s mom said taking Luke out in to the living room. She placed Luke down on the ground and turned on the TV. Cartons played and Luke grew happy again. Ian looked at Luke, who turned and looked at him. “Watch?” Luke said hitting the ground with his hand ordering Ian to come sit next to him.
Ian grinned and sat next to his brother. He looked down at him. Luke was small for his age and thin to. Could pass for a 5 year old. Luke Daniels had sandy blonde hair and pale green eyes. “Hey buddy.” Ian said to Luke. It took a minute for Luke to take his eyes of the screen. Luke looked up at Ian. “Yeah?” He asked giving Ian a toothy grin. “Can I see your back?” Ian asked.
It didn’t fit right with him. When he picked Luke up to huge him, Luke didn’t scream. When his mother picked Luke up a minute ago he didn’t scream or cry. “Huh?” Luke said. His eyes had gone back to the TV. “When you fall.” Ian said. He tossed his eyes back to the TV. Scooby-Doo was more important to Luke then Ian. “Ohhhhh.” Luke said eyes lighting up. “My Beatle scar.” Luke jumped up and turned around his back facing Ian. “Um yeah.” Ian said. He watched Luke lift up his shirt. His back had long scars running down his back. Ian wonder how his little brother got such bad scars. “How this happen?” He asked Luke.  Ian ran his hands down his skin feeling the scars. “Does it hurt?” Ian asked. Luke shock his head. “How did you get them?” He reasked Luke. Luke put his shirt down and sat back down. Looking Ian in the eyes. “He wanted to eat me.” Luke said softly.  Ian studded Luke. He wasn’t lying. Ian could tell when Luke lied to him. His bottom lip shakes and there was no shaking in his lip. “Who?” Ian asked him. To be honest this didn’t shock Ian, after all that happened to him  Ian could believe just about anything. “Luke you better not be telling stories again.” Ian moved his head so that Luke’s body was no longer in the way of his view. Ian’s dad had walked though the door covered in oil grease. Ian’s dad was built like an 80’s hard bod cover for a magazine. Luke spun around. “No sir.” Luke spoke.
“Dad, have you seen these?” Ian said getting to his feet. You could tell that Ian got his tallness from his mother. His father was way taller then him which meant Luke had the tall gain in him.  “I have.” He said going to the kitchen to put his lunch box away. “And?” Ian asked following him. “And Ian he fell playing, drop it.” He told Ian. His father turned and faced him looking down on him eye to eye. Ian shock his head. “Alright.” Ian said going back to the living room. Luke was all ready back in front of the TV. Ian was one not to argue with his dad, he knew better. Ian watched Luke as he watched TV. He wanted to know who the “Monster” was and Ian had a bad feeling about it.


Lalaine waved to Gwen as she drove away. Lalaine stood in her drive way hands and arms covered with hanging bags. She walked up to her door and tried to open it with out getting her hanging bags in the way. The handle turn an inch then stopped, the door didn’t open. “Locked?” Lalaine said out loud. Her parents won’t home yet which didn’t surprise her. They both worked  and that’s all they did. Michelle had locked the door. She thought. “Weird.” She put down a few bags and fished around in her bag for her keys. Lalaine giggled to her self. The one day she brought her keys with her is the one day her sister locks the door on her. She opened the door but didn’t even brother locking it. She started making her way up stairs. “Who’s there?” Lalaine heard Mickey calling down to her. Lalaine was about to speak but Mickey bet her to it. “Alien?” Lalaine curled her upper lip. “Come here please.” Mickey cried. Lalaine counted walking up the stairs to her room and dropped off her begs.  “Please?” Mickey asked. To Lalaine it sounded like she was begging. She smiled a little. Her sister begging was something she never dose so it made Lalaine a little happy inside. She found Mickey covered in hair dye in Mickey’s bathroom. “What are you doing?” Lalaine asked sniffing the air. “Ohh.” She cried covering her nose. The smell of the hair dye over came her nose. She made her way over to Mickey’s bathroom window and opened, letting new air flow in and the harsh smell flow out. “I am finger painting.” Mickey rolled her eyes. “What does it look like I am doing, I am dying my hair.” Mickey said. Lalaine looked at the box on her sisters bathroom counter. It was a box of hair dye. The girl on the box had black hair afire white skin and brown eyes. “Why are you dying your hair black?” Lalaine asked setting the box back down. “Cause I don’t want to be mistaken for you.” Mickey said grabbing gloves and handing them to her sister. “Just please?” Lalaine took the gloves and nodded to her sister. Lalaine helped Mickey making sure all the dye was in her hair and not on her skin.  When Lalaine moved Mickey’s hair she noticed her ears were all pierced up. “When did you do this?” Lalaine asked studying her ear. “A few months ago. Its no big deal Alien its not like I didn’t know about your bellybutton ring.” Lalaine stepped back a few, she had gotten her bellybutton done after Mickey left. “You felt it?” She asked Mickey. “Yeah.” Mickey said removing her gloves. “I think we got it all.” Mickey turned her head in her bathroom mirror check out there work. “Thanks.”  Lalaine nodded and went to turn around to leave when the smell of cigarette smoke filled her nose. She quickly turned around. “Your smoking that too?!” She cried.  She saw Mickey by her window lighting a cigarette. Lalaine’s eyes quickly darted around the bathroom, she spotted the bong setting in her sisters tube. “Michelle what the hell?” Mickey blow the smoke out the window, Making sure the keep the cigarette away from her hair. “What now Alien? What did I do now?”  Lalaine felt anger grow in side her when she heard Mickey calling her Alien. “God its bad enough all my friends talk bad about you and that our parents hate you, and to top it all off your doing drugs!” Lalaine found her self shouting. Mickey’s face was red hot now and if she wants tan you could tell. “I don’t question your right to do whatever it is you do, Like sleep with my best friend.” Mickey said flicking the cigarette out the window. “I was drunk.” Lalaine said. “My point, your whoreing..” Mickey’s senate was cut short.  “And your any better? You’re the reason why this family isn’t a family anymore. All you ever had to do was be good. But you couldn’t, could you? No poor little Michelle was jealous that her sister was better then her getting all the action around here, you disgust me.” Lalaine spit out at her. You could see the venom spraying out with every word. Mickey’s throat grow tight and she could feel her pits getting sweaty. “You have no right Lalaine to even talk like that to me.” “I do. I have ever right.” Then Lalaine said something she wish she could take back. “I wish you had stayed dead.” She saw Mickey fleche in pain. “Get out of my room.” Was all Mickey said. Before Lalaine was half way out the door Mickey pushed her out and slammed the door. Slamming her fist on the door Mickey felt a tear run down her face. For the first time in forever Mickey cried.  She knew her sister and her were at war with each other. And she didn’t want that and what she hated even more was the guy who dragged her in to this thing that had changed her forever. If  it was the last thing Mickey would ever do in her life she was going to find that boy and make him pay for ever ounce of pain she had ever felt in her life. The anger that was building up her in was slowly changing Mickey even more. The war lord had said that the more anger one was in them, the better the fighter. So if losing everyone in your life caused the anger that lead to this great fighter. Mickey would say ‘no thanks, I like the people in my life.’ But it was to late, she couldn’t take it back the only thing to do was move on. Turn that pain and anger into the ‘great fighter’. She was going to win this game and get her life back before it killed her and everyone she loved.

Michael opened his front door to find again his home empty. He had walked home after telling Mickey that it was ok she didn’t need to drive him home. A walk set his mind free, after all he had a lot to take in now. But he didn’t feel different. Mickey said he would, she said you can start to feel your insides changes. The more anger you have the stronger your power is. But what power? Michael wonder what kind of power he would have and how strong he would get. He set his keys down on the kitchen counter and went for the refrigerator, grabbing a coke. He thought about calling his mom and to check in but he knew she wouldn’t care. All she would say was that’s nice dear don’t forget to eat something. And his dad was worse on his good days he would remember that Michael was his son. Michael set down on the couch and turned on the TV finishing his coke and tossed it at a family picture that hung on the wall next to the flat screen TV. The left over coke from the can splashed on to the picture. Brown liquid ran down his mothers smiling face. Michael flipped threw the channels. “Gay.” He said aloud. As he went throw it. When it hit the news he stopped. Something about peoples misery mad Michael feel less unhappy about his. “In other news, A boat with over 50 people got hit by a tattle wave. More news at 11.” The short blonde women said smiling in to the camera. Michael changed the channel. Finding nothing on he turned the TV off. He set there of a moment. Think he could call up Jimmy StBoss the big drug dealer in the town and try to get some weed off of him and drifted like how Mickey showed him. That would make time go by faster or he could just sleep until school started which wasn’t far off. A few more days now and he would be back in hell. But at least this time Mickey would be with him. The two of them back in action ,the misshapes they will have this year put a smile on his face. The front do flung open and slammed shut. The sound snapped Michael out of his train of thought. His mother zipped to the kitchen setting her bag and car keys on the counter. Grabbing a coke and started up for her room. Michael sat there and watched her. She didn’t even see him. He could be drugs or having sex and his mother won’t have noticed. He got up and followed her. Being very quite. Moving as she did. She rushed in to her room and turned on the light. Taking another swing of the coke then setting on the dresser. She buzzed over to her bathroom and turned on the shower. Michael rested his back on the door frame over the bedroom door. When Michaels mother saw him she jump back and gasped grabbing her chest. “Oh dear Michael you scared me.” She said breathing a little hard. He raised an eye brow. “Kind of dramatic don’t you think mom?” He said. She rolled her eyes. She ran her fingers threw of full thick blonde hair. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at school?” She asked. Michael shock his head. “Mom its Saturday and school doesn’t start for another week or so.” “Hmmm.” Was all she said. “Ok dear, well I am going out to a meeting with Derek from work. And your father is working late on a case. So.” She said turning around facing Michael. She grabbing his face with her soft hands. “Its just you tonight.” She turned going for her bathroom and shutting the door. Michael stood there. What she really just said was his dad was working late and his mother was going out to have an afire with a guy from work. He walked out and entered his room. Derek. That name rand bells in Michael’s head. Derek Fills was his name. Thee only Derek that his mother worked with. The name clicked when Michael added it together with the man Mickey’s mom had an afire with. When Mickey left Michael went out of his way to find out way. Derek Fills was his answer. Shortly after Mickey left Derek stopped seeing her mom and moved on to Michaels. He had thought about cornering him a few times and treating him to stop sleeping with his mom. One night he was going to do just that. He had a knife in his pocket. He wasn’t planning on using it.  He was on his way out the door when Ian showed up. First time he had ever seen Ian cry. Ian told him off Mickey’s accident. He didn’t know where Ian went after he left his house. But he knew from that moment that Ian loved Mickey. Like truly loved her. The pain he felt that night shoot throw Michael. He remembers racing over to her house. He didn’t even jump his car. He just took off. He never knew he could run that fast or that long. When he got there he saw Lalaine wrapped up in Mickey’s sheets. A mess.  That moment he saw Mickey and not Lalaine. And when she had asked him to show her what it was like to wash all the pain away. Something in knew that it was Mickey talking to him that. He tried to think other wise. He tried seeing Lalaine but only saw Mickey. He knew that was the only reason why it was so easy to kiss her to make love to her. He knew he would never be with Mickey for Ian had her. Had her forever. He could image it was just him and Mickey under thee sheets and not him and Lalaine. And he had. That whole time he thought it was Mickey he had with him. He forgot the world and imaged he was with Mickey making love to her. When it was all said and done. Lalaine had went to sleep and Michael knew he had to leave before anyone saw him saw them. Lalaine had never spook a word about it and he didn’t either. He didn’t mind any off that. They would both keep there mouths shout and Michael would forever keep it in his mind that he had Mickey first before Ian ever got to her. Michael heard the shower turn off. He fall on his bed. “That was quick.” He mumbled. He thought that rest was best for him. He hadn’t really got any since yesterday afternoon. He felt his eyes drop his body shut down. He didn’t even hear his mother say good bye. Or the fact that he left his door wide open. His messy room exposed to the rest of the house. A fact he never liked.
The pain Michael felt didn’t come till much later in the night. When his parents were fast asleep in there bed. Not even touching each other just sleeping. When the whole town would be sleeping. A time later in the night when no one could have heard the storm roll in and out.
Michael set up in his bed. Gasping for air. Pain was growing his chest. He grabbed it, holding on to his shirt. His heart felt like it would burst out of his chest. He want to scream but couldn’t. The pain grew more. Michael felt like he was going to die. He heard the storm come in. Loud thunder hit around his house.  The rain sounded like huge ice chucks hitting his house. And as mush as he didn’t want to go out side. Something in him told him he should, that as soon as he got out there the pain would stop. He ran out side in his front yard. Michael didn’t even notice that he knocked stuff down as he was coming out. He dropped to his knees in the middle of his front yard. Letting the rain sock him. He ripped his shirt off screaming the pain was just to much now. He looked up at the sky and saw a light blot coming right at him. Michaels eyes grew big he want to move but his body was glued to the grown. The light blot shout throw his mouth all the way down to his body. He could feel it enter him and leave him moving to the grown. Michael elapsed blacking out.

Mickey’s eyes opened. She sat up in bed her body covered in a cold sweet. Her black hair stuck to her face, and Ian’s shirt clung to her body. Mickey heard the storm leave. She lifted up her shirt and saw the glow from on her chest. Mickey felt Michael inside her now. She knew now he was fully in the game and fully apart of her now. She knew he was on her team. She felt his power in him, in her. The glow went out and she feel back asleep. The storms rolling thunder echoing in her ears.  

Michael awoke with the sun beaming in his eyes. Dirt and mud caked on to his face and clothes. He could taste blood in his mouth. “Your so died mister.” He heard his mother say. He looked up at her, he could tell he was laying on the ground. “What… what happened?” He said. Michael couldn’t recall what happen last night. He just knew he felt a huge amount of pain. “Your father is so pissed at you. Almost called the cops on you.” She told him. Michael could tell she wasn’t mad just trying to put a show for the neighbors. Michael got on his feet and tried to brush off the dirt. “I am sorry?” He said. “Save it Michael just get inside.” She said hitting his shoulder. “God what I am I going to do with you?” She said looking around, making sure people were still watching. Only a few were. No one really cared for Michael Shaw and his family. They had seen it all before, every mishap with the Shaw’s.  Michael walked in to his house to see glass all over the floor. “Gezz what happened?” He asked his mother. Mrs. Shaw shut the door and fixed her hair and suit before addressing Michael. “Oh this? This was you.” She told him. She walked around the glass and into the kitchen. Michael robbed his head. He couldn’t remember any of this to save his life. “What happened?” He asked again. His mother returned with her purse and a coke. “You tell me?” She paused looking at Michael. “But you better clean this up before you father comes home tonight.” Mrs. Shaw started out the door but midway turn and stopped. “Michael I don’t know what has gotten into you lately but don’t bring it home.” She told her son. Michael just kept his eyes on the broken glass. He heard the door shut and his mothers car start up and leave his drive way. “Thanks for asking if I am all right.” He whispered. He made his way past the broken glass and up to his bathroom. He looked at him self in the mirror. His face covered in dirt and mud. His mouth was filled with dried blood. Michael started up the shower and removed his shirt. When he dropped his arms down he felt his ribs ache. He moved back to the mirror. The had a bruise on them, Michael didn’t want to know where else he might have been bruised at. It took him an hour to wash all the mud and dirt off of him. Two brushing of the teeth later and the blood was gone to. But the bruise which here all over his body were still there and so was the pain. After cleaning up the glass and the broken vas that he also knocked over Michael sat down on his bed. He wanted to call Mickey he knew she would know what happened to him. But the pain was becoming to much. He reached for his phone and dialed a number he knew off the top of his head, a number he didn’t need to have in his phone. “Hey Jimmy. You up?”




                        Chapter 5

Mickey inhaled another drag from her cigarette before putting it out on her window seat and throwing the bud out the window. She watched Lalaine pull out of the drive away. Mickey could smell the crisp morning air on the tip of her nose. Her mother knocked on her door. Mickey spun around. “Yes?” Mickey snarled at her mother. “Well I have to be at work in 30, so if we are going to do this we need to go now.” Her mother said looking at her watch. Mickey looked at Ian, who was still sleeping in her bed. “Do what?” Mickey said looking at her mother. “I need to take you to school. Try and get you back in?” Her mother said. “Look Mickey I don’t have time for this.” “Then go. I don’t need you.” Mickey snapped. She rushed over to her door and slammed it shut. Her mother’s hair flow back from the gusted of wind that came from the door.
“Its not even seven and you two are all ready at it.” Ian said in his sleepy voice. Mickey shock her head. “I don’t know why she even tries.”  “Just five more minutes.” Ian groaned. Mickey looked at him. He flipped over on his side. “I cant do drama in the morning.” He said. Mickey giggled. She picked up a pillow that had fallen on the floor in the middle of the night and chucked it at Ian’s body. He grabbed it and started cuddling with it. Mickey made her way to her bathroom and spent then next 10 minutes on her make up and hair. Applying just the right amount of black eye liner and hair spry. She walked out to see Ian tossing clothes around. “My room doesn’t need your help to make it messy.” She told Ian. “If your room wasn’t so messy I could find my clothes.” He tossed back at her.  “Well now.” Mickey said. She looked on the floor to find socks. She didn’t care if the matched or not she just need socks. “Have you heard from Michael lately?” Mickey said lacing up her boots. “Nope.” Ian said sniffing a black shirt. He tossed it on after he knew it was clean. “He hasn’t called me or returned my text in like a week.” Mickey said looking at her outfit in the mirror. Black and gray striped long sleeved shirt and a jean skirt with fist nets and her famous black doc marten boots. Perfect. “You wanna go by his house before school?” Ian asked her as he stood be hide her. She looked at the both of them. She thought they were perfect together. Ian’s black shirt made his muscle arms stand out more. “No, I’ve got a date with Mr. Woodstock.” Mickey said grabbing her tope bag. “Sweet.” Ian said following her out her bedroom door. Running his hands threw his hair before stepping out side. “Here you drive.” Mickey said tossing him the keys. Ian started up the Jeep as Mickey lit her cigarette. In order for Mickey to come back to school she had to have a meeting with the schools principle, and he had to say weather or not she has changed and her behavior was good enough to come back. Which in Mickey’s mind her behavior was worse then before. But the principle was a stoner or well that’s what his students think of him. He was a hippie. Always dressed in jeans and wanted everyone to dress as comfortable as they wanted. But most teachers still wear suites and dressy clothes. It was just funny to know his last name was Woodstock. Ian pulled in to Mean Creak High school’s parking lot. Mickey jumped out and looked around. She took her last drag and tossed the bud. “I hate this school.” She said. Ian looped his arm throw his book bag strip. “Me too.” “Lucky for you its your last year here.” Ian was a senior. He grinned. “I am sorry.” He said kissing her on the top of her head. Mickey watched as teens climbed out of there cars and join their friends. Some happy to be back in school and away from their summer jobs others dragged their feet and didn’t look very happy. Mickey didn’t see Michael’s car in the parking lot. She was getting worried. “Did you get your classes?” Mickey asked. She intertwined her fingers with Ian’s as they made their way up to the school doors. “Yeah in the mail. Luke thought got jealous.” Ian told her. Mickey frowned to herself. She hadn’t seen Luke since she been back. “I’ve got to make it a point to see him.” She said. “Yeah.. But he’s been acting weird lately.” Ian said opening the door for Mickey and him. “How so?”  Mickey asked. She had pulled Ian and her to the side by tall gray lockers. “Well..” Ian started when he was cut off by the bell. “Ahh. I’ve got make homeroom but I’ll see you at lunch.” Ian said kissing Mickey. Mickey just stood there watching Ian dispread  in to the crowd. When Mickey was with Ian she didn’t notice the stares or the whisperings but now that she was alone she noticed it all. She tossed her eyes down at the ground. “And it starts.” She whispered to herself. She moved slowly and watched the halls clear. Mickey open the office doors. It all most left like home. She had been in those office so many times. The office secretary looked up from her morning paper work. She was round pale and plum. Red frizzy hair with tiny eyes and thin lips that she covered in purple lip stick. “Ah Miss Plumbarry.” Mickey greeted her. She thought that is was uncanny how her name fitted her image. “Miss Michelle Taylor.” “Mickey.” Mickey corrected her. “Yeah.” She snarled. Mickey took a seat. There were three other students in the office. Two males and a female. Mickey could tell that she knew one of the males and the female but didn’t bother placing them. The other male she had never seen before. The closest male to her stared at her for a while. Mickey could feel her fuse growing short. “Yes?’ She asked him. He was pale dark haired. “Are you Lalaine?” He asked. Mickey roller her eyes. “You just heard her say my name.” Mickey said tossing her head at Miss Plumbarry. “So your not?” He said. “No.” Mickey said facing away from him. Mr. Woodstock walked out. “Well Mickey its so good to see you.” Mickey began to get up. She wanted out of the office. “Hold on. Your next after Miss Kelly.” He said waving in the female. Mickey seat back down. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” She said rolling her eyes. The homeroom bell rang and first period was beginning. Mickey hard the hall ways filling up with kids. Some opening there lockers even thoo they had no books. She heard laughing and a few teens running. She wounded what Ian was doing. Who he was walking with or making small talk. Even worse she wounded about Lalaine. “Man, you look a lot like her.” She hard the boy say to her. Mickey looked at him. He wasn’t joking he really did just say that. Mickey pressed her lips together. Everyone in this school knew Mickey was a twin and Lalaine was that other twin. “Yaw got me kid. I am her twin.” Mickey said harshly. He eyes got wide. “No away.” he spoke. “Oh you gotta be fu..” “Mickey.” She heard Mr. Woodstock call after her. She turned and saw the female leaving his office. “Thank god.” She said. “Wait what’s your name?” She heard the boy call after her. Mickey shut the door with out answering him. She sat down in front of Mr. Woodstock’s desk. Mickey heard the bell for first period start. “Now Mickey lets talk. I see your parents couldn’t make it.” He said leaning back in his chair. “Yeah sorry.” She spoke. “Its cool. I understand they work a lot now.” Mickey wounded where he got that from. “Yeah. So can I come back.” She asked. Mickey didn’t wanna be in there long. “Yes.” He told her. “Really? This isn’t a joke?” “No. Given what you’ve been through I think you should have a second chance.” He felt bad for her. Half of the adults in the town did. ’Cool.” She said coolly.  Mr. Woodstock picked a piece of paper off his desk and handed it to her. “Your classes for this year. From what hear at Saint Luis your pretty smart.” He said. Mickey looked over the list. “Wait I cant have Mr. Trunk we didn’t get along last year we wont this year.”  Mr. Woodstock took of a sip of his coffee. “Mickey I am sorry but last year you did fail his class. Now go I need some time alone.” “But you just said I was pretty smart.” Mickey said getting to her feet. “No I said I heard now get.” He said opening his door. Mickey walked out to lock eyes with the boy again. She wasted no time and walked out of the office she didn’t want to hear one word from him. The hall ways were bare now. Mickey looked down at her class schedule English 4 with Mrs. Phills. Mickey was glad she took two English her freshman year. Next year she wont need another English class there for more free time with Ian. She knew this was a senior class and kind of hoped Ian was in there. She felt more at pace when Ian was around. She found room 223 and held her breath has she opened.
Mickey walked in to be greeted by 16 pairs of eyes. A chill went up her spine. “Yes?” She her a female voice call to her. She turned to face the teachers desk. Mrs. Phills was a very pretty woman in Mickey’s mind. Long brown hair she was tall and thin she had big rimed glasses. “Ahh.” She grinned at Mickey. “Miss Michelle Taylor? Is it?” She asked Mickey.
Mickey could hear whispers. She tried staying out of their minds but could help her self. “Oh wow she looks like a whore.” She read a females mind. “Gezz they let in one back in this school.” Someone else popped in her mind. “Who is she trying to prove?” “What a joke.” “God Ian is dumb.” “Whore” They all rushed in her mind so fast. Mickey couldn’t take all of them at the same time. “Mickey.” She blurted out. “Mickey.” Mrs. Phills smiled a warming smile. “I’ve heard so much great things about you.” “Your thee only one.” Someone said out loud. The class giggled. “Hey!” Mrs. Phills yelled. She looked around the room then back at Mickey and smiled again. “Please set anywhere you want.” She told Mickey. “Yeah you can set outside where you belong.” Another person said. The class giggled again. “Now that’s enough!” Mrs. Phills said getting to her feet. “Everyone gets homework tonight, 1000 word easy on what you did over the summer.” Mrs. Phills ordered. Mickey found a seat in the back of the class room. She hated this. But she was tough, she could beat a boy up in a heart beat. So why was she ready to go find Ian and jet out of here. The class groaned. “But Mickey.” Mrs. Phills said. Mickey zoned out after that. English was easy to Mickey she could do it in her sleep.
The bell kicked Mickey out of her zone and she grabbed her bag and made her way out the class like everyone else. “Oh my god.” She heard a high pitched female voice be hide her say. Mickey want to ignore it and move on but she knew the voice was on her. She stopped and turned around to see the girl. She was started down by Clara. “You know I heard they let you back in but I didn’t think they’d really let you back in.” Mickey was about to open her mouth to say something witty. “I guess even the ugly cant say dead.” Clara said walking off. Ian walked past her on his way over to Mickey. “Oh Ian looking good.” Clara told Ian. Mickey turned around her eyes following Clara down the hall. Her face confused. “That didn’t eve make sense.” She told Ian. He shrugged as he pulled her in to a quick kiss. “God I wanna go home already.” She wined in to his chest.  “That bad huh?” Ian asked. Mickey pulled her head back and looked up at Ian. “Its awful. I’ve never been so hated before in my life. But..” Mickey said as she and Ian banged to walk down the hall. “I’ve never been so famous before in my life.” Ian chuckled. He stop and pressed his body against a locker. “So you can stay?” He asked bringing Mickey’s face in to his hands. “I am here aren’t I?” He kissed her again. “I’ve got a bunch of senior classes.” Mickey said pulling away from Ian and pulling out the paper she had shoved in her jean skirt. “Nice boots.” Mickey turned to see Rosy one of the biggest Goths Mickey as even seen in her life walking by eyeing her Doc Martians. “Thanks.” Mickey smiled. “Look, they do like you.” Ian joked taking the paper from her hands. He eyed a few times. “Sweet.” He said shoving the paper back in to Mickey’s jean skirt. “You have P.E with me.” He grinned taking her hand. “Thank god.” Mickey said rolling her eyes.