“What are you doing here?” Marco does not answer; I walk over and stand by Michael.
“Marco and I were talking, don’t start anything, Michael.” I say firmly. He glances at Marco and rolls his eyes very heavily.
“I thought I told you not to speak to her again,” Marco looks frustrated and he quickly rises from the bed. He locks his eyes on Michaels and the two tall guys stare bizarrely at each other.
“What is it to you?” Marco says in a bitter voice. Michael steps even closer to him.
“It is everything to me, now leave.”
“Michael, come on don’t be like that. He wasn’t doing any harm.” I say trying to cool down the situation that is brewing. Michael turns to me and his broad nostrils are flared, he raises a dark eyebrow at me.
“Do you remember when that thing, assaulted you?” Marco is very angry at Michael’s comments. He gets even closer to Michael and puts his face right into his.
“Dude, I think that you have a problem with me.” Michael smirks,
“Yes I do and, for your sake, I would suggest you leave right now.” His voice lowers and I can tell that this is going to end badly. Marco grabs Michael by the shirt and pulls him towards him. I see Michael raise his hand to hit out at him. However, I jump quickly between them.
“Stop it, I have had enough!” I say grabbing onto Michaels hand and pulling it away from Marco.
“Marco, I think that it’s time you left.” I say, defeated. Marco pulls his hands from Michael and straightens himself out. Michael stares with a deep smirk.
“This is not over dude!” Marco says as he storms out of the room. He slams the door behind him and I take my hand away from Michael’s. I walk over the bed and take a seat. My wound is hurting, from the sharpness of my dart between the two guys.
“I hate that bloke!” He says in a deep British accent. I roll my eyes at him. I am angry for the way he has acted. Marco is by no means the most important person in my life. However, Michael has no right to behave in the way that he did. I am not his, and he cannot tell me what to do.
“You look angry.” I tut at him,
“Oh, don’t give me that face, Alanna.” He says in a sarcastic tone. I do not reply to his words, instead, I maintain my huff. He walks over to me and sits next to me on my single bed. I turn my head away from him - childishly. He begins to get irritated and he pulls my face back around to him.
“You are mad me?” he says, still with his hand on my face. I look down and then back to him.
“Yes, I am mad at you.” He lets go of my face and wrinkles his forehead.
“Seriously, you are mad at me over that idiot?” I begin to get even angrier with him.
“Yes, what is your problem?”
“Excuse me?” He says very intensely.
“You heard me Michael, why do you still care?” He looks uneasy,
“Why wouldn’t I care?”
“You are with Katharine now; she should be your main priority.” He rubs his forehead and runs his fingers through his hair.
“Are you mad because I am with Katharine?”
“No, but I don’t understand why you are with her.” I say gazing into his ice blue eyes.
“What don’t you understand?” He says in a much less bitter tone.
“Why are you with her? I remember when you told me that you could never love her. What changed?” Michael exhales as he think of his response.
“I got shot, and you chose him.” I feel tense at his words.
“There wasn’t a choice for me to make. I will always be sorry for what happened to you, but you should not settle for someone you don’t, truly love.”
“What makes you think that I do not love her?” He says again in very sarcastic voice.
“I know that you don’t, the look in your eyes tells me that.” I say, feeling guilty by my words. Katharine is my friend and I hate to do this to her. However, I would feel much worse if I let this go on. I know that she will only end up, hurt by him.
“I don’t have anyone else, the girl I truly want, is in love with another bloke.” I cannot look into his eyes as he says those words.
“You will find someone that you love. The right girl is out there waiting for you. Do not spend your time moping over me. I am not worth the aggro.” He takes my hand,
“You are worth everything, and you were worth the bullet to my heart. It pains me to see you with him, but now that he is gone. Is there a chance for you and me?” I stare out at him, still with his strong hand in mine. I look into his sad eyes, and I cannot bear this. I stand up quickly, shocking him.
“What’s wrong?” He says.