What are you going to do about it?

"You guys, are amazing!" Mr. Perry clapped, walking into the music room.

I jumped but kept my gaze fixed onto the snare drum and heard everyone else thank him.

"Right guys. May I ask if you have a name yet?" Mr.Perry asked, seeming genuinely curios.

"Yes sir, You Me At Six." You could practically hear the grin in Matt's voice.

"Very unique. I like it." He spoke after a moment. "Right guys, please get cleaned up. Class will end in a few moments." He opened the door, and began to walk out, before stopping, "Oh, and Mike. Can you stay a few moments after class, please?"

My heart began to race. Why did he want to speak to me? Again?!

"S-Sure." I stuttered, immediately feeling my face warm up with embarrassment, so i looked back down and began to pick at my nails.

"Alright." And the door slammed shut.

Max groaned loudly. "Let's get cleaning." The 4 of us groaned loudly, but began packing up nonetheless. I helped Matt lug an amp across the room, and put the drumsticks away, and by that time everyone else had mysteriously finished clearing up.



We arrived back in the class just as the bell went so we ran towards our seats, or in my case, strolled casually, I had to stay afterwards anyway.

I put the notepad and my pencil back into my back, slinging it onto my shoulder and sitting on the top of the desk.

Mr.Perry remained at the front of the class, looking professional until the last student left the class, Myca, i believe, before losing his 'teacher posture' and slumping into the chair.

"Mike... The note you dropped yesterday.. Uh.. Who gave that to you?" He seemed uncomfortable talking about it.


"Uh... " Shit. You know what? Fuck it. "Nobody, sir. I wrote it." There is NO way in HELL that I just said that, right?!

Mr.Perry let out a low chuckle. "No you didn't Micheal." He narrowed his eyes at me.

He is a crafty fucker!

"Oh yeah?" He nodded, "Well i have to leave." I muttered, getting extremely nervous.

"You see, Mike. This isn't your hand writing. In fact, this is nothing like your normal chicken scrawl." He smirked, rising from his chair.

He walked around the desk, and leant against the front of it, directly infront of where I stood.

"So.. Who gave this to you?" His eyes grew more concerned at this point.

"Some jack-ass in 3rd." I mumbled, eyes glued to the floor.

Simply remembering those 8 words made tears want to flood my flushed face.

"And... His name?" Mr.Perry stood straight.

"Uh..I have to go." I turned, feeling the tears break free of the barrier on my eye lids and slowly start to crawl down my cheeks.

"Mike!" He called out, grasping my arm, making me gasp in surprise.

"Are you uh.. Okay? Like.. Mentally.. and everything?" If this was in any other situation, I would've said that his concern was cute..

I simply shrugged in reply, because honestly, my emotions and just everything is a fucking mess...

"Okay.... I uh.. If you ever need to talk.. Or anything, really, my door is always open." He gave me a small smile.

I nodded and lightly pulled my arm from his grasps, when suddenly arms surrounded me.

I stood frozen, and I think i may have even been holding my breath.

"S-sorry.." He stuttered, pulling his arms away.

"S'Okay.." I gave him an awkward smile, before his arms encircled me once again, except this time I wrapped my arms lightly around his back also.

I may have no clue why he was hugging me, but MEH. What's the harm in that?

"Sorry, I kept you back. You should get going.." He unwrapped his arms from around me for the second time and smiled.

I smiled back and wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"Thanks, Sir." I smiled.

"Call me Tony." He smiled a little wider, Just a tad.

"Thanks.. Tony." His name rolled off my tongue.

"No problem, Mike."

Notes

I MADE THEM HUG, YOU'RE WELCOME. I think this is one of my favorites.. but.. MORE PERRENTES SOON, I PROMISE.

Also..
GUYS I ORDERED PTV/SWS TICKETS! XD

On friday I gave my little writing jotter thing to my favorite teacher, I have one AA story/fic thing in there. She liked it, and my writing, and my best friend and I got excused from lessons in her class cause we looked upset going into class.

I LOVE THAT TEACHER SO MUCH xD She is my favorite but I only get her twice a week ;-;


I Heard 'You're Not Alone' by OM&M played at reading on the radio, and I'm actually crying. The chorus makes me cry :( Aaron has a beautiful voice, and it's singing such beautiful words. I know what my first tat is going to be now cx


Sorry for the long wait!! But thank you for sticking with me throughout all of this! cx

I DESIGNED A NEW TATTOO! cx It's pretty bad... But yeah! cx

ENJOY THIS. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.

Rate!Comment!Subscribe!

-Alisha<3