MICHAEL'S POV
"C'mon Mikey, One more!" My friend Josh cheered, handing me another full shot glass. I chuckled and threw it back, the acid burning my throat but in a good way. I laughed and clinked glasses with a few guys next to me before taking a sip of my beer. I was always at parties like this. Not giving a flying fuck about how drunk I was. Things like this made me forget about my fucked up life.

"So, who wants to play truth or dare next?" Josh shouted over the noise. A few of us, including me all followed Josh upstairs to an empty room and sat in a circle on the floor. It was his house so he locked all the doors so no one could go banging on his spare bed. I was extremely tipsy by this point and had no idea where I was or what I was doing. "Michael." I heard someone say which snapped me out of my drunken daze.

"Truth or dare?" The girl with blonde hair asked. I didn't know her name. I've seen her around at school before though.
"Ugh, Dare?" I said, trying to sound sure but it came out more like a question. There was a lot of harsh whispering between everyone before the girl cleared her throat and stared at me.
""We dare you to ask Hope Ryans out." She giggled.

I knew that girl. She was the geeky quiet one in class. She never really smiles and always keeps to herself. Her hair is always a new crazy color every week and she was all in all the misfit of the school. But in my drunken state I obviously didn't have a care in the world as I picked up the phone and dialed her number.

"Hello?" She answered, her voice quiet.
"Hey Hillary. Its me Michael." I yawned, giggling a little.
"My name is Hope. Why are you calling me?" She sighed.
"I was wondering if you'd maybe want to... I dunno..." I trailed off, wrapping my finger around the coils of the telephone wire like a teenage girl asking her crush out. "What Michael?" She huffed, getting impatient. "Go out some time like go on a train or something... I dunno what you girls like..." I slurred.
"No. I dont know what makes you think that you can drunk dial me and ask me on a date. Leave me alone Michael." She said followed by a series of beeps.

"Well that worked." I laughed, everyone laughing along with me as we took another round of shots. I spent the rest of the night dancing terribly, drinking more, playing stupid games and doing the dirty with some random chick. I was sat on the couch with my beer in hand and she came, sat down on my lap and began tugging on my hair. I couldn't say no to that. If a girl wants to have sex with me why would I say no? Well that's what drunk Michael thought.

I woke up with my arms wrapped around the same girl from last night. Except I didn't remember how she got there. We were both completely butt naked, drenched in sweat. I groaned and reached for my phone on the bedside cabinet where I usually keep it, only to find that it wasn't there because this wasn't my bedroom. My head was banging and I knew that my hangover was going to be unbearable today. Then I realised. I have school today.

I jumped up out of the bed, quickly sliding my clothes back on and rushing downstairs. I pushed a bunch of passed out bodies off the couch and finally found my phone seeing a missed message from Josh.

I see you were busy in my room last night. I had to head to school but when school ends, you're coming over to help me clean this up- J

I sighed and ran out of the door, getting in my car and driving to school. The drive wasn't that long but music always helps time go faster. I stuck on some My Chemical romance, singing the whole way.

"Teenagers scare the living shit outta me, they could care less as long as someone 'll bleed. So darken your clothes and strike a violent pose, maybe they'll leave you alone but not me, Hey yeah!." I screamed at the top of my lungs. They were one of my favourite bands and its not like anyone was listening.

I pulled up in the school parking lot and ran again, trying to get there as fast as I could. I luckily got past the receptionist with no bother but it was when I got to class when it all kicked off.
"Michael. Why're you late again?" The teacher sighed, pushing her glasses further up her long nose.
"I uh... Slept in miss." I said, sitting down in my seat.
"And why is that, do I have to call your parents?" She replied sternly, staring at me.

"No because I don't have any." I mumbled.
"What?" She said, holding her hand to her ear because she didn't hear what I said.
"I don't have any! My parents are dead!" I shouted.
"That's it, detention for your stupid lies!" The teacher growled, pointing to the door for me to stand outside.
"That's not fair, he didn't do anything." I heard a female voice argue. "Huh?" I question and looked at the girl. It was Hope.

"Both of you. Headmasters office now!" She pointed to the door once again as Hope and I left the classroom. Calling her was the only thing that I fully remember about last night. And I really regret it. We went to the office and were put in a small classroom by ourselves. I sat at the desk behind Hope and scratched into the wooden desk with the tip of my pencil.

"I'm sorry for getting you in detention." I said quietly. Hope spun around in her chair and looked at me, confusion filling her features. "Its fine. Its not your fault. I chose to stick up for you. She had no right to do what she did." She said, tapping her pencil against the thick rims of her glasses. "But thanks for sticking up for me in the first place."

HOPE'S POV
"Thanks for sticking up for me In the first place." I heard Michael say quietly. I smiled to myself. I've never really gotten along with Michael. He's not a bully but he is quite popular. He has a new girlfriend nearly every week and I just cant see myself hanging out with someone like him. Especially when he drunk dialled me last night. He thinks no one knows about his drinking habits but I do.

"So are you going to explain what that call was about last night?" I smirked. His face went bright red as he thought about what he did. "Uhm... Do I have to?" He groaned. I nodded and smiled. "Well. It was a truth or dare game and I was very drunk as you could probably tell..." He trailed off. "And yeah. So I asked you out. Probably really badly." He laughed, covering his face with his hands.

"You think we could try that again sometime?" He questioned shyly. "Hmm. Maybe. It depends if you can steal my heart." I giggled, turning back around in my chair and blushing. I could feel him smile too as we carried on going whatever work we were supposed to be doing.

To say that I hated Michael calling me was a huge lie. I was actually pretty happy after the day I had. My dad came home drunk once again and collapsed on the sofa. Which woke me up at around three in the morning. I went to school as usual, sat by myself, ate lunch in the library. To say that I'm a huge nerd is an understatement. I dont get bullied but I do get something that feels even worse than physical abuse. The little comments every time I walk past someone like:

"That girls never gonna grow out of being a dork." Or "I freaking hate her outfit. She looks like a massive slut." Things like that make me feel inferior to everyone else. They make me feel unimportant and unwanted. I never really fit in anywhere. Every school I've ever been to, everyone there knows me as the weird depressed loner who's parents abandoned her. Which is completely untrue. My mother died when I was thirteen and ever since then, my life has been shit.

My dad became an alcoholic. He's never hit me or abused me. To be honest, I barely see him anymore. He leaves to work when I go to school and then returns home at ridiculous times in the morning. He says he works night shifts but as soon as his work shift is over he goes straight to the nearest bar or club and gets completely wasted. I keep telling him this is not what mom would've wanted but he shouts at me everytime I bring her up in conversation.

My mom was beautiful. Big brown eyes and Dark chestnut hair. She hadn't even the slightest wrinkle. Her smile was so full of life and her kisses, hugs and love were more than anyone could've ever asked for. I've got lots of pictures of her in my room that used to be on the hallway walls until my dad got angry and smashed them all on the ground. He doesn't know I still have them so I hide them in my desk drawer. I really miss her. And there's nothing I can do to bring her back.

As soon as I got home from School my phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

Hey. I was thinking about what you said earlier. I wanna hang out with you. Can I come over tonight? ;) - M

I couldn't tell if it was just another drunk text or whether he was being serious, but you've only got one shot at a lot of things in life and I was going to give this one a shot.

Sure. See you in a few hours? - H

You bet ;) - M

Notes

Helllooooo everyone! So France is okay I guess. I've been here for a week now and the only good thing about it is the bread and the ensuite bathroom I have. I've got to share a room with 3 other people though so that's not too good. I met two French boys today and they kissed me on both cheeks which I felt quite uncomfortable about since they were 9 and 10. But its French tradition so ya... Anyway, I hope you like this chapter, there will be another shortly!

Question of the chapter is:

Who did you originally like in 5SOS as soon as you saw them but didn't know anything about them?
Mine was Michael and to this day I'm still a Michael girl always will be :D

Thanks for reading, love you all,
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