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Smooth Criminal *3*
*Part 3 -Lexa* Michael: YOU WERE WHAT?! YOU CRAZY ASS BITCH!! Oh hell no. He did not just call me a bitch. Thatâ??s where I lost it. Me: CALL ME A BITCH ONE MORE TIME. I DARE YOU. By the way, my dad wasnâ??t here so we could yell all we wanted. Michael: YOUâ?¦.AREâ?¦.Aâ?¦â?¦BITCH!!! Ok, correction, that was where I lost it. I instantly tackled him to the ground and we started fighting. He would throw punches but I would always dodge them. Maybe there is a good thing about being a mafia bossâ??s daughter. He hit me a few times but I just hit him back. When we got up and faced each other, we were both sweating and panting. I had a busted lip, my head was bleeding from some kicks and I had scratches and bruises everywhere. Even my clothes were torn. Michael had a busted lip, torn clothes, and he was bleeding almost everywhere. Me: Youâ?¦.areâ?¦.soâ?¦.lucky thatâ?¦.you are friends withâ?¦â?¦.my dad. Michael: Andâ?¦youâ??re lucky thatâ?¦â?¦youâ??re hisâ?¦â?¦.daughter. Me: *looks at the clock* SHIT!! Michael: What? Me: We have to meet up with Caitlyn and Marlon in 1 hour!! Michael: What?! Me: Ugh. We fought for 3 hours. Michael: Really? Uh, can I use Jakeâ??s bathroom? Me: Yeah. And I think he has some clothes in there that you can use. Michael: Ok. *walks out* Me: A â??thank youâ?? would be nice. I went to my bathroom and tried to fix myself up as much as possible. When I finished, my lip was a little swollen, the scrapes and bruises were now more visible and my eye had a little dark circle forming. I put on a black, tight, long sleeved shirt, white khaki jeans and black aviators. I went downstairs to see if Michael was finished. *Michaelâ??s POV* I canâ??t believe we just did that. God, Jake is gonna kill me. Literally. When she came downstairs, I couldnâ??t help the thoughts that went through my head. What the hell was I thinking?! Me: Nice breâ?¦â?¦..nice pants. Alexis: Uhâ?¦.thank you? Was I just about to say breasts?! *Alexisâ??s POV* Was he about to say, â??Nice breasts.â???! Nah. Me: I see I got ya pretty good. Michael: *sighs* Can we please forget about that? Me: Fine. *looks at watch* Hey, we gotta go. Michael: Ok. You sure you wanna do this? Me: Of course. Iâ??m doing this for Caity. And you are doing this for Marlon. Michael: Youâ??re right, I- Me: Wait, what did you say? Michael: I said â??youâ??re rightâ??. Me: I love hearing those words come out of your mouth. *smiles* Michael: Yeah, well donâ??t get used to it. Now come on. *grabs my arm* Me: *yelps and jumps back* Michael: What did I do?! Me: You broke my arm you ass hole!! Michael: Iâ??m sure youâ??re just overreacting. Me: No Iâ??m not. My mother was a doctor. And I broke my arm once so I know what it feels like. Michael: Can you still go on the date? Me: One, do NOT say date. This is not a date. Two, of course I can. Michael: Well, as long as you can go on the daâ?¦â?¦.I mean, as long as you can go, stop worrying. Me: Shut it. When dad gets back, you are SOOOOO dead. *storms off* Why does he have to be so aggravating!? It was hard to walk because I was so sore. I just hope Marlon and Caitlyn donâ??t notice that. I looked back and saw Michael slowly walking behind me. I sighed and stopped. Michael: *stops* What? Me: Nothing. My leg just hurts. You can you ahead. Iâ??ll meet you in a sec. Michael: Uh, ok? *walks to the car* Ok, my leg really wasnâ??t hurting that bad. I donâ??t know why I stopped. I walked back to the car, to the drivers seat, and saw Michael looking at my diary. Me: *snatching it back* You ass!! Michael: Well, excuse me for being curious. Me: Lemme give you a tip with me, k? Read my diary and Iâ??ll snap your neck. *puts keys in the ignition* Michael: *pulls his hat over his head and leans back* We got to the restaurant, we saw Marlon and Caity waiting on the bench. Marlon: Man, are you seriously bringing her? Me: Anything wrong with that? *glares at him* Marlon: *backs off* Nope. Nothing at all. *giggles nervously* Caitlyn: Ali, why are you so tense? Me: *looks at Michael* Michael: What?! Me: Cuz, of him. *points to Michael* Michael: *sighs* Can we just get this over with? Me: For once, I agree with him. I donâ??t really wanna do this. Marlon&Caity: Then donâ??t. WHAT?! I did this for nothing? Ugh!! Me: Works for me. *walks back to the car* As we were driving, I felt Michaelâ??s eyeâ??s staring at me. Me: What? Michael: Youâ??re swerving. You want me to drive? Me: No itâ??s fine. Michael: Pull over. Me: No. Michael: Pullâ?¦.over. Me: No! Michael: PULL OVER!! Me: Fine! *pulls over* Michael: Now get out. Me: Why? Michael: Just do it!! Me: Ugh!! *gets out* And you wouldnâ??t believe what Michael did next. *-Lexa*
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