You Will Be More Chill

Chapter Seven; Who Knew I Could Rely on Mountain Dew Red?

I shook my head. "We have to get to Michael," Thoughts began to fill my head again about why he hadn't even come to school. It wasn't like him. He was a great guy, smart, and he was always at school!

"Let's go," Rich said, quickly grabbing Jeremy and I by the wrists and pulling us out of the building. We wasted no time at all, getting into the car.

I got into the back while Jeremy got into the front. His foot tapped.

"Everything's going to be fine," I told him, even though I wasn't sure that it would be.

"What if it isn't, Lily? What if something happened to him? What if he's mad at us for something? What if-"

"Jeremy, stop," I put my hand on his shoulder. "Michael wouldn't be mad at us. If he was, even, he'd make it known. We'd know why he's mad at us,"

Jeremy sighed quietly.

"She's right, dude. Headphones always speaks his mind. Well, mostly, anyways," Rich looked up at Michael's house when we pulled up.

Sure enough, his PT Cruiser was there. We got out of the car, rushing towards the door. Rich rattled the doorknob, but it was locked. He rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and Michael's mom, Andi, stood there. She looked perplexed. "Can I help you three?"

"Hey, Mrs. Headphones. We need to talk to Headphones," Rich looked at her.

"She's not familiar with the nickname, Rich," I sighed, looking at her. "We need to talk to Michael. It's really...important. To us, at least,"

She frowned a little, but she let us in. "He's in his room. He said he needed a mental health day,"

"I can understand that," I nodded a little, looking at Rich and Jeremy. "Stay out here, I'll try to be quick," Before either of the boys could object, I was walking down the hallway and knocking on Michael's door.

"Yeah, Mom?" came Michael's voice.

I paused for a moment. "I'm not your mom, Micha. Can I come in? We need to talk..."

"I don't want to talk to you right now, Lily," Now being able to hear him better, I could tell he had been crying.

"Michael, what's wrong?" I asked, resting my hand on the door.

"You know exactly what's wrong," He snapped.

"No, I don't!"

There was a little shuffling, and his bedroom door opened. His eyes were red. He shoved his phone towards me, eyes narrowed.

On his phone was a picture of me and Jeremy kissing. I stared. That had never happened. "Michael, I don't understand. I never would-"

"Don't bother, Lillian, you clearly would. It's right there, after all,"

I tried to say something, but all that formed in my throat was a pocket of air. I had never seen him look so upset and betrayed.

"But I-"

Michael snatched his phone away, and the door slammed shut.

I flinched. "Where'd you get that picture?"

"Jenna sent it to me," He said from the other side of the door.

"And you're going to trust Jenna?! She hates me!" I felt the room spinning.

"I have to trust what my eyes are seeing!" Michael's voice cracked.

"I never would do that! I don't like Jeremy! Michael, you have to believe me. Think about this! Why would we hurt you?" My hands were shaking as I looked at the door.