my first | mileven

10.

MIKE'S POV

"look who finally is showing up at school. where were you? you disappeared." i say, walking up to el who was at her locker.

she doesn't respond but instead shuts her locker softly.

"you good?" i ask as she nods, "fine."

i watch as she walks slowly, hugging her own torso as she looks down to hide her face.

"el?" i ask as she tries to walk faster. i follow her and place my hand on her arm and she freezes, "don't touch me." she grits through her teeth.

i let go. she sounds mad.

"i'm sorry." she looks up at me and whispers.

i furrow my eyebrows, "want to head out to lunch? on me."

she ignores me.

"el, come on. you can talk to me about your writing." i say and i know she thinks it's tempting.

"c'mon," i continue as she turns around, "30 minutes."

i smile, "great." i lead her out of the school and to the cafe since it was closer, "how much have you got done?"

"i'm almost done. i'm near the end but it needs a lot of fixing up." she informs me and i nod, "that's good."

she nods in agreement as we head towards the cafe.

"what do you want?" i ask her as she shrugs, "i'm good. maybe an iced chocolate." she says and goes to find a seat.

i shake my head. she's eating and that's fucking final. and why the hell are her fucking mood swings so damn extreme?

i mean, she is annoying and talks a fucking lot but i would much rather her chat my damn ass off than shut up and not say a single thing.

i go to buy her a blueberry muffin with her ice chocolate and a croissant for me.

once the food is made, i head to the table she chose and sets the food in front of her. she looks up at me, "i didn't—"

i shush her, cutting her off as she nods.

i sit down across her on the booth, "wanna hang at my dorm on friday night? the party has a movie night on fridays unless there is something to do."

she shakes her head, "i'm busy."

"is it that man of yours not letting you—"

"no!" she cuts me off, "i'm just busy. i'm writing my book and all that but i'll join next time."

i give her a look and she adds, "i promise."

i nod, "okay then."

she smiles weakly and stares at her muffin, "how are the blueberries squashed and stuff? it still has so much blueberry taste but i don't have the full piece in there."

there her annoying ass mouth goes.

"like it tastes so good but it's not like a full little piece of blueberry is in there." she continues and i just nod.

"i'll shut up—"

"no, go on. you shut up only if i tell you to." i say as she quirks an eyebrow, "demanding much?"

"what can i say? i'm born a fucking boss." i smirk as she bites back a smile and nods.

•

EL'S POV

i hold my finger guns out and points it at mike as i sort out some books, "FBI! you're under arrest!"

"i don't think they say that—"

"they do!" i exclaim, "okay what about..." i get into the zone, "FBI! open up!" i do a pose again as he rolls his eyes and chuckle, "no ones home!"

i giggle, "help me sort the books."

he shakes his head, "nah, i'm good."

i gasp and smack him with a book, "you promised you would! you lied!"

he snorts and grabs a book, "fine, i'll help but i gotta meet up with lucas soon. we have a project due."

i nod at the information.

he places away a book. "this is so boring!"

"i know." i respond as he groans out and sits down on a chair.

i sit down with him, "you can leave if you're bored. you'll have more fun out there." i suggest him but he shakes his head, "nah, it's fine."

"how do you pull off your boots?" i question, tilting my head a bit, "i feel like i won't be able to. what clothes could go with that? would it even fit me? i think i'd look weird if i was wearing freaking large leather boots instead of converses with my clothes."

he looks me up and down, "depends what type but you'd look good."

"really!?" i smile widely, "see, i only wear cardigans and jeans. or turtlenecks and tank tops inside them. i like cardigans, they go with everything and can be styled so easily."

i did have a tank top phase. i wore it under my cardigan and my cardigan was a bit big so it's only show the strap of my top.

but then i couldn't because my uncle fell in deeper love with alcohol and all that stuff.

"you'd look good. they'll look good with your black jeans." he says as i cup his cheeks and shake his face.

"oui! hey, what you doing!? hands off! this is a restricted area!" he cries out as i let go and laugh, "restricted area?"

"yes. restricted. i don't like to be touched." he says and i ask, "what about hugs?"

he looks at me and then answers, "depends who it's from."

i nod with a cheeky smile before going in to hug him, "what about me?" i like to think i give great hugs.

though i haven't gave one to someone in a while, i think i'm amazing at it.

i honestly am.

"no." he answers and i grin, "but you haven't let go." i point out as he pulls back, "i just did."

i roll my eyes at his action and cross my arms, "i hate your guts, michael wheeler."