Three Thousand Miles by Deila Longford Page B

to phrase my next sentence kindly.
    “I am flattered, but you deserve a girl that will love you. That girl is not me and I feel the sooner you realise that, the better. I want you to move on and find love, find a girl and let her make you happy.” I say proudly.
    “But where can I find her? All the girls I know are not even worth thinking about.”
    “That’s nasty, but she is out there, all you have to do is look.” He sighs and does not re spond. I turn around quickly as I hear a knock at the door. I gently get up from the soft bed and walk over the door. I push the heavy door open and I find Michael standing in the doorway. He has a very wicked smirk on his face and he is more gorgeous than ever.
    “I am glad to see your pretty little face staring back me. That Sophie girl has a face like thunder,” he says in a very sarcastic voice. I shoot him a disapproving glance.
    “What do you want, Michael?” He looks me up and down as if to say you, you are what I want. I pretend that I do not notice his alluring looks.
    “Relax, I just popped by to see if you are okay, you are okay, aren’t you?” I faintly smile at him and I push the door open a little further. Michael’s eyes flash hatred when he sees Marco sitting on my bed. He rushes in to the room and stands over Marco.
    “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 r aises 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,
    “Y es I do and , for you r 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,
    “O h, 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 be d. 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?” h e 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, yo u are mad at me over that idiot?” I begin to get