✓ The Games We Play ⇔ Mileven {2nd - "Wake Up, Mike" Trilogy}

Sixty Four

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait, and sorry but I'm not gonna proof read this! I'm sick and it's already late. Enjoy!(:

edit, 6-26-19: This chapter is wild y'all

Nancy.

I took in a deep breath, preparing myself as best as I could. Which is almost not at all. How do I prepare myself for this? I've been keeping a close eye on Billy-while keeping my distance-and he scares me. He's very temperamental and gets angry at you for the smallest reasons. He genuinely scares me, and I genuinely don't want to do this. But if it might save the girls, I'm willing to do it.

I looked over at Jonathan and smiled a nervous smile, and he immediately turned to hug me tight.

"You'll be ok, Nance," he whispered to me, and I buried my face into his chest even more. I sighed, letting a bunch of air out, then taking the rest in through my nose. I do that a lot, and I'm not afraid to admit that I only do it so I can take in his smell. He notices, and he always hugs me tighter when I do it.

"You know it means nothing, right?" I asked, my words a bit muffled. He laughed a bit, making me look up at him.

"I know, love, I know." He smiled at me, then kissed my forehead. I look another deep breath in before letting go of him and facing the door again. I pulled the door open and stepped inside, the hall packed. For the first time ever, it gave me anxiety to see so many people crowding around. I have to weave through all of them until I find the guy that terrifies me. Great.

I walked ahead, making an effort not to touch anyone while also scanning the hall as best as I could, considering I can't see over most heads. I blame my mom for how short I am.

It wasn't long before I spotted Billy, leaning against a locker and talking to a girl. I rolled my eyes, getting closer. When he noticed me, he smirked and ignored the girl, making her look over at me. She rolled her eyes, as well, then proceeded to close her locker and leave. I approached, my heart racing in my chest.

"Hey, Nancy, long time no...talk." He gave me a devious smile, and I tried my best to give a flirtatious smile back.

"I know, I miss our conversations," I spoke slowly and sort of lowly, only partially on purpose. He gave me a knowing smile as I rested all my weight on one foot, my hip jutted out a bit. My heart sputtered nervously when he stepped a bit closer.

"I've been meaning to ask you, Nancy," he started, his voice suddenly deeper as he scanned my body. Why are guys so easy? "Can I take you out sometime?" he asked simply, adding nothing on except some desired eye contact.

"Well, it's Friday, and I have nothing to do," I trailed off a bit, my tone a bit suggestive. His smirk stayed firm on his face as he went back to leaning against the lockers.

"In that case, I'll pick you up at seven," he basically ordered, but I agreed with a nod and a small smile, looking up at him through my eyelashes. It all seemed to work out as he gave a more genuine smile, then turned around and strode off towards his locker.

I let out a big breath, falling gently against the lockers to lean on them. My head is pounding, along with my heart. That was scary, and I barely said anything. How am I gonna go on a date with him?

I looked at the floor of the hallway, the chatter around me fading out as my thoughts took over. I felt underwater, my thoughts getting the best of me. But I shot out of it when a hand was placed on my arm. I jumped, turning at lighting speed to see Jonathan with confused eyes.

"Hey, you ok?" he asked in a gentle voice, and I nodded slowly, working on slowing my breathing down. He frowned, pulling me into another hug. "You don't have to do this, Nancy," he tried to reason, but I shook my head and pulled away.