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It had been a week.
It had been a week since he took that damned SQUIP and the loneliness was getting to him.
Maybe, if his mind didn't keep running around how he had left him, maybe he’d have been paying attention as he walked from his beloved PT Cruiser to his house.
Maybe, if he had been paying attention, he’d have heard the footsteps.
Maybe, if he had heard the footsteps, he wouldn't be here, panicking after being bitten by a random guy.
But, he brushed it off as just a strange occurrence before focusing on getting home, hoping his moms wouldn't notice anything strange.
It was the next morning after being bitten when Michael noticed a new urge to drink blood.
Where it came from? He had no clue, but he wasn't going to act on it, that was something he had clear as he got ready, noticing his eyes looked a bit off. Whatever, it’s not like anyone would notice now that— nope, he was not thinking about his crush and ex-best friend.
Not now, not ever again if he could.
Whatever, he would deal with this later (later meaning never) and focus on getting to school.