My Made Coach, chapter 4
Michael
"Hey baby." He said walking up to me.
"Hey Michael." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. It was sweet until he deepened it and slid his tongue into my mouth. It turned into a make-out session and I was reminded of why I never broke up with him. Tre cleared his throat and I stopped the kiss.
"Michael, there's someone I want you to meet." I said, my lips slightly brushing against his. I completely pulled away from Michael.
"Michael, this is Tre, my Made coach."
"You mean your going t-"
"Become a drummer? Yep. And I'm gonna teach her."
"Great, just great... Jordan, can I talk to you?"
"Uh, be right back Tre." I followed Michael into the art classroom. It was empty.
"So, you're really going to be a drummer?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Why do you have to be so damn sarcastic?"
"Because Mike, what's so wrong with me wanting to do something with my life rather than just sit on my ass hoping that you won't cheat on me when you go out?"
"Everything! I'm not going to cheat on you, what would make you think that I would do that?"
"Maybe because you've done it four times before!"
"Oh, and you can honestly tell me you aren't attracted to Tre? He's the fucking drummer of Green Day!"
"So what? There's a difference between looking and touching."
"You would know."
"And you wouldn't. Sometimes I can't fucking stand you!"
"I know the feeling."
"Your such an asshole!"
"Oh I am, am I?"
"Yes! You get fucking pissed off because I want to become a drummer, and then you bitch about how I cheat on you, when you're the one who's cheated on me four times. Oh, and by the way, in four weeks, I'm moving to LA!"
"What?!" I ran to the door.
"I fucking hate you!" I opened the door walked out and then slammed it behind me.
"This is so not over!" he yelled as I ran from the door.
"Jordan, are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, Tre, yeah I'm fine."
"I heard what happened."
"You were eavesdropping?"
"No... I think the whole school could hear that."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"No, it's not. He's right."
"No, he's not. He's so wrong."
"Thanks Tre."
"No problem."
"Hey baby." He said walking up to me.
"Hey Michael." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me. It was sweet until he deepened it and slid his tongue into my mouth. It turned into a make-out session and I was reminded of why I never broke up with him. Tre cleared his throat and I stopped the kiss.
"Michael, there's someone I want you to meet." I said, my lips slightly brushing against his. I completely pulled away from Michael.
"Michael, this is Tre, my Made coach."
"You mean your going t-"
"Become a drummer? Yep. And I'm gonna teach her."
"Great, just great... Jordan, can I talk to you?"
"Uh, be right back Tre." I followed Michael into the art classroom. It was empty.
"So, you're really going to be a drummer?"
"No shit, Sherlock."
"Why do you have to be so damn sarcastic?"
"Because Mike, what's so wrong with me wanting to do something with my life rather than just sit on my ass hoping that you won't cheat on me when you go out?"
"Everything! I'm not going to cheat on you, what would make you think that I would do that?"
"Maybe because you've done it four times before!"
"Oh, and you can honestly tell me you aren't attracted to Tre? He's the fucking drummer of Green Day!"
"So what? There's a difference between looking and touching."
"You would know."
"And you wouldn't. Sometimes I can't fucking stand you!"
"I know the feeling."
"Your such an asshole!"
"Oh I am, am I?"
"Yes! You get fucking pissed off because I want to become a drummer, and then you bitch about how I cheat on you, when you're the one who's cheated on me four times. Oh, and by the way, in four weeks, I'm moving to LA!"
"What?!" I ran to the door.
"I fucking hate you!" I opened the door walked out and then slammed it behind me.
"This is so not over!" he yelled as I ran from the door.
"Jordan, are you okay?"
"Huh? Oh, Tre, yeah I'm fine."
"I heard what happened."
"You were eavesdropping?"
"No... I think the whole school could hear that."
"Oh, sorry."
"It's okay." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders.
"No, it's not. He's right."
"No, he's not. He's so wrong."
"Thanks Tre."
"No problem."
