In Your Arms // Mike Vitar

chapter three

Maggie urban

After the bell rang, I walked out with Taya and Johnny. I had my math class with both of them, which is where we're going. I glared at Johnny as we walked down the hall.

"Listen, I know you know all about this Mike thing so you better not say anything, you got it? If you do, I will rip your gigantic monkey looking head off and shove it up the butt you don't have," I threatened, earning people in the hall to glance at me.

"Okay, okay," He said, looking straight, "I'd like to see your tiny little self try." He chuckled.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, new boy," I remarked since he was a new kid this year.

I stooped at my locker, grabbing my math folder, math book, and my calculator. I walked into the class, not seeing Mike. I sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank goodness," I mumbled.

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By the time it was eighth period, I found out I had all of my classes with Mike besides 2. Math and Environmental Science. Good thing it was those two, I suck.

   It was art class; one of the classes I've always had A's in. I liked that class, besides the fact that Tamera's boyfriend sat right across from me. His name was Dylan.

The art teacher, Mrs. Cindy needed to find a seat for Mike. I knew where she was going to put him too. Right beside me since there was an empty seat.

I looked over at my friend Alexis. She was just about the only popular person I was friends with.

"Kill me now," I told her, putting my head down on the table as she played with my hair. My nicest feature was my hair; it was very soft and shiny. Everybody loves it.

Soon the class started and we got all the paint since we were starting our painting unit. I was painting a picture of a dirty pair of white converse in a mud puddle. So far it was a great success. The art teacher loved it.

"So, Maggie, where's your mom?" Dylan asked with a huge smile on his face. I really didn't want to talk about my mom.

"Please, let's not talk about her right now," I said. Dylan smiled.

"Why? Are you upset that your mommy doesn't love you? Are you upset that she left you?" Dylan teased. That went too far, but I didn't say anything.

Everybody looked at me, waiting for me to snap. But I didn't.

"I don't think you should be saying that," Mike spoke up, which surprised me. I slightly smiled until Dylan opened his mouth again.

"Stay out of this new kid. This is none of your business." Dylan snapped. Okay, that's it. No one disrespects Mike like that. He is a celebrity for goodness sakes!

"Don't you talk to him like that! And you know what Dylan, this isn't your business. Stop talking about my mother or else I swear to god, you will never be able to have babies with Tamera since we all know you two go at it like a couple of monkeys. You don't know what happened to my mom so keep your mouth shut okay?" I broke. I turned over to Mike, with fear taking over me as soon as I looked at him.

"Th-thanks." I stuttered. Dylan rolled his eyes and continued painting the piece of shit he said was a Steelers symbol.

He grabbed the blue paint, carefully opening the lid. He purposely flicked the paint bottle out of his hands, in my direction. I jumped out of my seat, but I was too late.

Blue paint covered my sweatshirt and I had dropped in my hair, and on my face. I looked over at Johnny to see he was about to beat someone's ass.

    "Dylan, I swea-" Johnny jumped out of his seat but the teacher stopped him.

   "Sit down." She told him. She looked over at me, Dylan and Mike since Dylan got some paint on Mike's hoodie. "Maggie, Mike, go get cleaned up. And you," she said turning to Dylan, "go the office. Right now."

   Mike and I walked out of the room in silence.