Post by Mike Dylan Newton on Jul 19, 2017 23:05:36 GMT
as i fail miserably tryin' to get
the girl all the bad guys want
TAG:@isabella
WORDS: 512 NOTES: HOPE THIS IS OK
The minutes dripped by excruciatingly slowly as Mike waited for the final bell to signal the end of the day and for the end of the painfully boring science lesson. The teacher was blabbing on about what their homework was, but the blonde teenager had basically switched off. His mind was wandering to a certain chief of police’s daughter that was apparently once again single. From the moment that Bella had arrived at Forks High School, Mike had made it no secret that he was interested in dating her. At first she’d turned him down when he’d asked her to the prom, but that was because Cullen had been in the picture. Since that strange family had randomly left town, she’d been a little more agreeable to spending time with him. Sure he had a little bit of that manic depression thing going on for awhile; but now she seemed good. And Mike was more than willing to show her that there were some good guys left in the world that wouldn’t break her heart.
When she had been dating Edward Cullen, Mike had known he’d had no chance up against him. All the girls at school were crazy over the brooding weirdo. Mike hadn’t liked her dating him anyway; Edward had just looked at her like she was something to eat. Finally though she had come to her senses and he was out of the picture’ and Mike couldn’t help but wonder if he had a chance, like a real chance. Not that he’d go for it anyway. He was still with Jessica – kind of – but it was nice to have options. Plus, he wasn’t sure if he and Jess were actually going to make amends this time…
Living in a small town like Forks meant that dating was always going to be tricky. Mike had grown up with all of the girls in his grade and other than Lauren and Jessica, he wasn’t really attracted to any of them. Lauren had proven to be a little on the bunny boiler side, while Jessica was a pretty good girlfriend; they just had a little bit of work to do to cool off the arguments. While he did like Jessica, Mike couldn’t help but wonder if life would be easier dating a lower maintenance girl; just like Bella.
The sound of the final bell echoed through class, closely followed by his peers scraping back their stools and heading out into the busy hallway. Mike quickly scribbled the homework that the teacher had scrawled on the blackboard, into his notepad, squinting at the almost illegible handwriting. With a huff, he gave up and shoved his book and notepad into his backpack before following the crowd out into the hall and into the parking lot. He noticed something that hadn’t been parked beside his Neon Dodge when he’d parked up that morning; a red Chevy truck. Inhaling sharply to calm himself, Mike continued across the parking lot and lent against the back of his car, awaiting the owner of the vehicle next to it.
When she had been dating Edward Cullen, Mike had known he’d had no chance up against him. All the girls at school were crazy over the brooding weirdo. Mike hadn’t liked her dating him anyway; Edward had just looked at her like she was something to eat. Finally though she had come to her senses and he was out of the picture’ and Mike couldn’t help but wonder if he had a chance, like a real chance. Not that he’d go for it anyway. He was still with Jessica – kind of – but it was nice to have options. Plus, he wasn’t sure if he and Jess were actually going to make amends this time…
Living in a small town like Forks meant that dating was always going to be tricky. Mike had grown up with all of the girls in his grade and other than Lauren and Jessica, he wasn’t really attracted to any of them. Lauren had proven to be a little on the bunny boiler side, while Jessica was a pretty good girlfriend; they just had a little bit of work to do to cool off the arguments. While he did like Jessica, Mike couldn’t help but wonder if life would be easier dating a lower maintenance girl; just like Bella.
The sound of the final bell echoed through class, closely followed by his peers scraping back their stools and heading out into the busy hallway. Mike quickly scribbled the homework that the teacher had scrawled on the blackboard, into his notepad, squinting at the almost illegible handwriting. With a huff, he gave up and shoved his book and notepad into his backpack before following the crowd out into the hall and into the parking lot. He noticed something that hadn’t been parked beside his Neon Dodge when he’d parked up that morning; a red Chevy truck. Inhaling sharply to calm himself, Mike continued across the parking lot and lent against the back of his car, awaiting the owner of the vehicle next to it.
