You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 14
I returned home later that night with three different hair dye boxes. I couldn't decide which color I wanted, so I bought them all. I was just about at my door when I spotted Mike sitting, leaning up against it. He saw me and stood up.
"Mags"
"No Mike! I told you I never wanted to see you again! We're over! Go home"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. Let me come in, we need to talk"
"We've got nothing to talk about! You tried to rape me, I kicked you out. End of discussion. Leave"
"Five minutes! Please, just let me in". I saw tears form in his eyes as I rolled my own.
As much as I hated him right now, no one could resist those eyes, they could make you melt.
"Five minutes" I mumbled, unlocking the door.
"Mags, I am so sorry about last night. You have no idea how bad I feel right now! I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight. You know I love you too damn much to hurt you. I wasn't in a conscious state and I tried to do something stupid. If I could take back every single thing that I have done in the past 5 years that hurt you, I would in a flash. You mean the world to me Mags. I'm really sorry. Let's not end this, please."
"I'm sorry Mike. What's done is done. I cant forgive you for what you tried to do to me. I loved you and you took advantage of that. I shouldn't have encouraged you." I mumbled.
"Encouraged me? What do you mean?"
I smiled slightly. "You found my weak spot" I whispered.
He laughed. "Oh"
"I still can't completely forgive you right now Mike. I think we should just stay away from each other for a bit. At least until school starts next week."
He nodded sadly. "I understand."
"Thank you for listening. It was all I needed" he said, walking out my door.
"Bye Mikey"
I dyed my hair the next morning a deep shade of red, with bleach blonde highlights. They didn't match but that was exactly what I wanted, a change, to be different. My whole life was evolving and I felt my look should follow.
Bianca, Tre and Billie also visited me that morning, bearing my belated birthday gifts. They took me out that night to celebrate. I filled Billie in on what happened the night before and his eyes also flashed with rage.
"Bastard! How could he do that to you?"
"He was drunk. It explains a lot. I know he would never do anything to hurt me."
"I still have to kill him" he stated.
"I'm with you on that one" Tre agreed.
"Can we just watch the movie?" I sighed.
I prepared myself for school over the next week, making sure all my school supplies were in order and stuff. I was sorta looking forward to seeing Mike again. As much as I hate to admit it, I missed him. I also prepared myself for the mood that Billie would be in, considering it's September. It was never his favorite month of the year, and I understood why. His father was the biggest influence on his life, had It not been for him, Billie wouldn't be playing music. He owed a lot to his father, and I knew how much it hurt when someone that influential and someone you loved that much just left you. It broke you heart and soul into a million pieces, with no one left to pick them up.
Monday rolled around quicker than I hoped it would. School never got me nervous, but I guess the fact that I would see Mike made the butterflies appear while I walked towards the building. I picked up my timetable and made my way to my locker. I posted many pictures on the inside of the door and grabbed my books for my first class, English.
"Alright guys! I've seated you alphabetically, have a seat" The class groaned.
"Its only for the first term" She reassured us. I went up and down the rows, searching for my name. I found it and sat down, Thank god it was at the end of the class. I checked the name next to mine. Mike Dirnt. New kid? Oh Well, I opened my notebook and resumed my daily doodling.
I looked up as the 'Mike Dirnt' person took a seat at his desk.
"Mike? Its alphabetical"
"Yeah, I know"
"What are you doing then?"
"I'm sitting at my seat, what's it look like?"
"Your last name isn't Dirnt."
"It is now" he smiled.
"What the hell?"
"I changed it last week, and I convinced my mom to have the school refer to me as Mike Dirnt. I think it sounds better."
"You've lost me".
I met up with the guys and Bianca at lunch.
"Are we ok?" Mike whispered to me on the way to the caf.
"For the most part. Just don't go getting drunk anymore, k?" I teased him.
"Not funny Megan" he said solemnly.
Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I almost fell when someone shoved it off of me. I turned around and saw Billie and Tre standing there, looking quite angry.
"Don't touch her" Tre mumbled, shoving Mike again.
"Tre, stop it!" I told him.
"Don't touch me Tre" Mike practically growled.
"Tre, stop it, please" Bianca pleaded, pulling him back.
"Honestly Mike, don't touch her. You don't have the right to after what you did to her" Billie stepped in.
"Don't you start with me Armstrong" Mike said.
"What are you gonna do to me? What?" Billie yelled back.
Mike took a step towards him and shoved him slightly.
"Mike, don't start this!" I yelled. "Billie, please, stop it. It's ok"
"No Mags, its not."
"No, BJ, its fine." I pleaded with him.
"I don't have to deal with you right now. I'm outta here, Ill see you in class Mags." Mike said, kissing my cheek and backing away.
That's when the fists were thrown. Billie'sfist hit Mike on the top of his cheek and he stumbled back, holding his hand up.
"BILLIE!" I shouted. Bianca screamed. People started gathering around us, whispering.
"All of you get a life" I snapped at them. I grabbed a hold on Mike's and Billie'sshirts and dragged them into an empty classroom.
I turned to Billie. "What the hell was that for Billie? I told you it was ok!"
"HE TRIED TO RAPE YOU MAGS, Its not ok."
I saw Mike's fist rise out of the corner of my eye but I grabbed onto it. "Don't" I warned him.
I turned back to Billie. "We talked it out last week and we took some time apart. This frankly isn't any of your business BJ, so I don't know why you're getting all wound up. I've forgiven him for the most part, so just cool it."
He stared at me. "I care because you're my best friend Mags. Here I was thinking that Mike was too, but it turns out he's nothing more than a lowlife" he spat half at me and half at Mike.
I saw the fist rise again and turned around to stop it but I was too late. A stinging pain hit the side of my head and I fell into nothing ness.
"Mags"
"No Mike! I told you I never wanted to see you again! We're over! Go home"
"No, I'm not going anywhere. Let me come in, we need to talk"
"We've got nothing to talk about! You tried to rape me, I kicked you out. End of discussion. Leave"
"Five minutes! Please, just let me in". I saw tears form in his eyes as I rolled my own.
As much as I hated him right now, no one could resist those eyes, they could make you melt.
"Five minutes" I mumbled, unlocking the door.
"Mags, I am so sorry about last night. You have no idea how bad I feel right now! I was drunk and I wasn't thinking straight. You know I love you too damn much to hurt you. I wasn't in a conscious state and I tried to do something stupid. If I could take back every single thing that I have done in the past 5 years that hurt you, I would in a flash. You mean the world to me Mags. I'm really sorry. Let's not end this, please."
"I'm sorry Mike. What's done is done. I cant forgive you for what you tried to do to me. I loved you and you took advantage of that. I shouldn't have encouraged you." I mumbled.
"Encouraged me? What do you mean?"
I smiled slightly. "You found my weak spot" I whispered.
He laughed. "Oh"
"I still can't completely forgive you right now Mike. I think we should just stay away from each other for a bit. At least until school starts next week."
He nodded sadly. "I understand."
"Thank you for listening. It was all I needed" he said, walking out my door.
"Bye Mikey"
I dyed my hair the next morning a deep shade of red, with bleach blonde highlights. They didn't match but that was exactly what I wanted, a change, to be different. My whole life was evolving and I felt my look should follow.
Bianca, Tre and Billie also visited me that morning, bearing my belated birthday gifts. They took me out that night to celebrate. I filled Billie in on what happened the night before and his eyes also flashed with rage.
"Bastard! How could he do that to you?"
"He was drunk. It explains a lot. I know he would never do anything to hurt me."
"I still have to kill him" he stated.
"I'm with you on that one" Tre agreed.
"Can we just watch the movie?" I sighed.
I prepared myself for school over the next week, making sure all my school supplies were in order and stuff. I was sorta looking forward to seeing Mike again. As much as I hate to admit it, I missed him. I also prepared myself for the mood that Billie would be in, considering it's September. It was never his favorite month of the year, and I understood why. His father was the biggest influence on his life, had It not been for him, Billie wouldn't be playing music. He owed a lot to his father, and I knew how much it hurt when someone that influential and someone you loved that much just left you. It broke you heart and soul into a million pieces, with no one left to pick them up.
Monday rolled around quicker than I hoped it would. School never got me nervous, but I guess the fact that I would see Mike made the butterflies appear while I walked towards the building. I picked up my timetable and made my way to my locker. I posted many pictures on the inside of the door and grabbed my books for my first class, English.
"Alright guys! I've seated you alphabetically, have a seat" The class groaned.
"Its only for the first term" She reassured us. I went up and down the rows, searching for my name. I found it and sat down, Thank god it was at the end of the class. I checked the name next to mine. Mike Dirnt. New kid? Oh Well, I opened my notebook and resumed my daily doodling.
I looked up as the 'Mike Dirnt' person took a seat at his desk.
"Mike? Its alphabetical"
"Yeah, I know"
"What are you doing then?"
"I'm sitting at my seat, what's it look like?"
"Your last name isn't Dirnt."
"It is now" he smiled.
"What the hell?"
"I changed it last week, and I convinced my mom to have the school refer to me as Mike Dirnt. I think it sounds better."
"You've lost me".
I met up with the guys and Bianca at lunch.
"Are we ok?" Mike whispered to me on the way to the caf.
"For the most part. Just don't go getting drunk anymore, k?" I teased him.
"Not funny Megan" he said solemnly.
Mike wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I almost fell when someone shoved it off of me. I turned around and saw Billie and Tre standing there, looking quite angry.
"Don't touch her" Tre mumbled, shoving Mike again.
"Tre, stop it!" I told him.
"Don't touch me Tre" Mike practically growled.
"Tre, stop it, please" Bianca pleaded, pulling him back.
"Honestly Mike, don't touch her. You don't have the right to after what you did to her" Billie stepped in.
"Don't you start with me Armstrong" Mike said.
"What are you gonna do to me? What?" Billie yelled back.
Mike took a step towards him and shoved him slightly.
"Mike, don't start this!" I yelled. "Billie, please, stop it. It's ok"
"No Mags, its not."
"No, BJ, its fine." I pleaded with him.
"I don't have to deal with you right now. I'm outta here, Ill see you in class Mags." Mike said, kissing my cheek and backing away.
That's when the fists were thrown. Billie'sfist hit Mike on the top of his cheek and he stumbled back, holding his hand up.
"BILLIE!" I shouted. Bianca screamed. People started gathering around us, whispering.
"All of you get a life" I snapped at them. I grabbed a hold on Mike's and Billie'sshirts and dragged them into an empty classroom.
I turned to Billie. "What the hell was that for Billie? I told you it was ok!"
"HE TRIED TO RAPE YOU MAGS, Its not ok."
I saw Mike's fist rise out of the corner of my eye but I grabbed onto it. "Don't" I warned him.
I turned back to Billie. "We talked it out last week and we took some time apart. This frankly isn't any of your business BJ, so I don't know why you're getting all wound up. I've forgiven him for the most part, so just cool it."
He stared at me. "I care because you're my best friend Mags. Here I was thinking that Mike was too, but it turns out he's nothing more than a lowlife" he spat half at me and half at Mike.
I saw the fist rise again and turned around to stop it but I was too late. A stinging pain hit the side of my head and I fell into nothing ness.
