The one for me ? (Michael Afton x reader)

My head turned to that voice. I knew it. 

"Michael?" I looked at his face. Oh no.

His nose was bloody, his eyes had tears at the sides. 

"Oh dear boy! Are you sure? Look at your nose!" The lady quickly got up from her chair. 

"I'm fine. Cmon Y/n" He walked over and held his hand out. I was going to grab it but I remembered what happened. I refused it and got up by myself. The lady was surprised at the sudden arrival of Michael but she let us go. Honestly what kind of teacher is she?

I walked to Michaels car. I sat inside and looked the opposite direction, away from Michael. I heard him snigger.

"You kidding me?! You scared me half to death and you laugh!?" I gave him an angry expression. If only I could punch his bloody nose again. 

"What? It was funny" Michael stuck his tongue out. I really wasn't having it.

"You better take me home this instant. You just made my mood way worse." I said in such a tone that made him perk up and start the car. I was so mad at him. How dare he scare me!

He drove to my house. I occasionally sneezed or coughed. He would say bless you though. I didn't care.

"Well..here we go." He pulled up to my home. I thanked him quickly and got out of his car. I missed that vanilla scent..for some reason..  

I walked to my door and knocked. 

No answer.

I knocked again.

No answer.

"What on earth?" I groan and take my phone out. I see messages from my mother.

"Y/n Darling. I'm so sorry but me and your father are out of town for a meeting. We'll be back tomorrow though. Take care of yourself, theres soup in the fridge. Warm it up when you're hungry. See you soon sweetie" 

I scoffed. Always gone somewhere. Michael was gone, I think he was mad at me. For what? Yelling at him? Tch. I go to the garden near my door, picking up a pebble, I see a small hole. I grabbed the key which had dirt embedded in the lines of the key. 

"Good thing there's another key" I huffed and went to my front door. I clicked the key into the keyhole and let myself in. The house looked really clean, I guess mother cleaned before she left. 

Letting out an exhale, I walk to my room and drop my bag with a thud. I flopped on my bed. I was so tired. Whatever I've caught is making me exhausted. I laid in the same position for some time.

"I should change." I say, my voice muffled from the duvet on my face. I finally got up and looked in the mirror. I mean.. I looked horrible but I was wearing pretty comfy clothes. I hug my arms, I missed the warmth of my bed. The sweater was helping though...it was really comfortable. I inhale and smell a weak scent of vanilla.

"Dammit Michael." I scoffed. I can't believe he scared me like that. My eyelids were heavy. I returned to my bed, pulling the duvet up to my shoulders. I shut my eyes and relaxed. I coughed for a bit, a burning sensation accompanied my dry throat. Clearing my throat, I exhale and finally feel peace. As I was about to sleep, piercing ringing filled the house.

I groaned. What the hell?

The ringing continued. I think it was my doorbell. I quickly scrambled to my feet. I looked at the mirror, my hair was a mess! I patted my tangled strands and scurried to the door. I quickly opened it and I saw him.

"Why are you here Michael." I give him a stern tone. 

"It feels wrong to let you stay by yourself..especially in your sick state" He smiled weakly.