"I have multiple different personalities, and one of them isn't one you should be playing with," He replies, with a serious look plastered on his face.

"As if you did," I mumble, sarcastically. What could his next personality be? Being a cold-blooded serial killer?

"I'm serious, Serena. This is more bad than the one I already have,"

"...Is it being nice for a change?" I was really hoping that I was correct, but instead, Michael looked at me in annoyance.

Suddenly, he pushes me on the wall, grabbing both of my wrists with one hand and placing them above my head. His lips crashed onto mine, as I look in surprise. The kiss was like no other that I've ever experienced before. It was passionate and hungry, as if he never kissed someone in years. My instinct told me to resist, yet the glitter and sparkles falling in my stomach told me otherwise. The more he kissed me, the more I felt my knees weaken, indeed. 

He pulls back; his eyes darker than before and finally says, "I'm Dangerous,"