Hurt Mak/Mike's Book

My problem?

Makayla's p.o.v

I sit in the living room with my grandparents and right at 8pm on the dot, my grandma brings my tea to me. I am not suppossed to drink it, so I lie. "Lucas is calling me, I will drink it in my room. Thank you. Love you both" I say and kiss them both on their heads and walk to my room that was once my mother's room. I place the cup on my computer desk and lie on my bed. I talk to Cory for a bit. He says that Courtney still hasn't woken up. The doctor thinks the blow to her head or the trauma of it all won't let her wake up. I am terrified for my friend. I can't lose her. I need her to wake up. He tells me how much their parents have been fighting and how angry Caleb is now that their parents are home. That makes me sad. I love Caleb like a little brother and he is such a sweet kid. I wish their parents would pay more attention to them, but that is not anything I can involve myself in. I tell him I will stop by tomorrow, but to keep me updated if anything else changes.

I guess I dosed off a bit, because I hear my window being opened and I jump up. "Lucas you scared me" I whisper. He just grins. "You drank the tea?" he asks me. "No I didn't. I was just bored waiting for you and dosed off" I say. "You are so cute. Did you turn the cameras off?" he asks and kisses my lips. "Just the ones in the backyard." I tell him. "Come here" he says and gets on my bed and puts me under the covers. He then starts getting undressed. First his shoes, then his socks, then his shirt. I have seen him shirtless before when they play baskeyball or football in my backyard, but never in the same room while we are alone. I swallow and watch his perfect body stand right infront of me. He is so sexy. I scoot over and he climbs into my bed and gets under the covers with me. Oh my god. I am internally freaking out. Lucas has never snuck into my house or grandparents house before and we have never slept together in a bed. I decide to play a movie on low volume on my laptop. We start off watching it, but we quickly move on to making out. His lips on me feel so right. He kisses my lips and then works his way down my jaw then to my collarbone. He slowly makes his way all over my body. I swear it feels like there is not one spot that he doesn't kiss on my body. I am wearing shorts and a t shirt and I do not feel like I look sexy at all, yet Lucas looks at me like he wants to eat me up. I have always thought about my first time being with Lucas, but I didn't think it would happen so soon. Is this were this is going? I remember back to a conversation I had with Courtney when I told her that he asked me to prom. She later tried to convince me to stop being a prude. She said otherwise Iris or other snakes will try to take him from me."Be sexy, he's going to college. You have to show him what he is leaving behind is better than anything being offered over there. Make him crave you, only you." She told me. Now I wish she was awake so I can talk to her about this, but I will just take her advise and talk to her about it later. "What's wrong?" he asks, clearly sensing me tensing up. "Nothing, I love you" I say and decide to just go with it. This is who I love and we are going to be together forever anyways. His hands slowly slide inside of my shirt and slowly make their way up until he grabs my bare breasts. His hands cup them perfectly. He continues his kissing assault on my body. I feel him grab my shorts and start to slowly pull them down, when we hear a loud crash and glass smashing.

Michael's p.o.v

I wake up with a pounding headache. I open my eyes and I feel the room spinning. Fùck, what happened. I finally get my eyes open and realize that I am on the floor, surrounded by trash, bottles and cans. Why didn't anyone use the trash cans we set up? I slowly pull myself up and look around. Where is Ashley? She was suppossed to stay with me. "Oh good, you are awake!" I hear dad's voice from upstairs. When did he get here? My sister probably told my parents that I was having a party last night. Great. I hear his footsteps coming down the stairs. "Lets step outside so we can talk before your mother joins us." dad tells me. I follow him to the backyard and it is also trashed. I am so dead. As soon as we step out, dad goes in on me. "Who did you ask for permission to throw this party" What made you think that you can bring drugs and alcohol into this house? That we would be okay with kids having sèx in our room, with someone trashing your sister's room? Michael, we live here, this is your home. Instead of taking care of it, you allowed people to come here and direspect us, you allowed people to trash our home, your home. Do we mean such little to you that you thought that this was okay? Lets not get started on you being drunk off your aśs. What else did you put into your body?" he asks me all of these questions without allowing me to answer, but what can I even say. "So Makayla calls you and you guys rush home? I would have cleaned everything up dad, I'm not that irresponsible" I tell him and shake my head. "Great, so we will let you clean everything up then, cause you haven't seen even half of the damage done." he says and begins to walk away. He turns around, "Oh and Makayla never called us, we already had planned to return thursday night. Saturday both you and your sister go to prom and we wanted to make sure we were here in time incase either of you need anything and I knew the cameras were moved." he tells me. "Ugh, don't remind me about Mak going to prom" I whisper, but of course, dad hears me. Did he say he knew the cameras were moved? "What's your problem Mike?" he asks me. My problem? I think to myself and I guess now is the right time to tell him. "Mak is the problem dad. She took my bestfriend from me. Lucas didn't even show up yesterday cause he was with her. Then she blames my girlfriend for attacking her. Now our living situation at college might not even work out anymore because of her. Makayla is ruining everything for me." I tell him. "Son, your sister is not the problem here, you are" he tells me and walks away. I walk to the kitchen and grab some big black trash bags and start cleaning, because I know mom won't be as nice as dad just was and she might take it easy on me if the house is no longer trashed.