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21 - WILDCARD! Dealer's choice, for Madwheeler!
Max had almost made it out of the school building when she heard the one voice she was dreading to hear the entire day, calling out to her. She picked up the pace, and reached the double doors to the outside. The voice, unfortunately, grew closer.
He reached her just after the doors closed behind her. God damn it.
"Max! What the hell!" Mike appeared beside her, but Max kept walking.
"Leave me alone, Mike," Max replied, not even looking at him. Too risky. She needed to get away, or she would do something stupid.
"C'mon, you haven't criticized me or mocked me all day!" Mike rushed to intercept her stride, startling her for a moment, trying to make her face him. Max's eyes darted towards his face, then back down. He was too close. "And now you won't even look at me!" Max ignored him, going around him to continue her Get Away From Me march. "Did I do something? What happened?"
"What are you talking about? I did look at you," Max lied over her shoulder.
Mike grabbed her forearm and whipped her around. Max looked between the hand holding her and the boy's inspecting expression, and immediately avoided his gaze in favor of trying to remove his grip on her. Crap. She really couldn't look at his face anymore, huh? She would feel pathetic if she wasn't so focused on running away. "Let go, Mike," she said, doing her best to make it sound like a warning and not a plead.
Mike, however, grabbed her other wrist and held her there. He moved his head to try and meet her gaze, and Max just avoided him as best she could without being able to turn and leave. "I knew it," he spoke, somewhat triumphant, while Max tried to shake her arms free of him, "you can't look me in the eye! Why is that? Why aren't you talking to me?"
Max was reaching unprecedented levels of frustration with Mike. Why couldn't he just let her leave? She was trying so hard to stuff her newfound feelings deep, deep down in her mind, so that they could disappear and things could come back to normal. Why couldn't he let her do that in peace? Why did he have to chase her down like this?
"Mike, let me go!" She kept moving her arms and trying to walk away.
"Not until you look at me and tell me what's going on!" Mike was struggling, but his grip didn't let up; the more she fought it, the tighter it got. This situation is just ridiculous - time for drastic measures.
Max looked Mike in the eyes, trying not to betray how taken aback she was at their sudden proximity. "What's happening is there is a guy who is being a creep, following me and grabbing me and will make me lose the bus!" She spat out, putting all her building frustration into the words.
"Oh, don't play that card, everyone knows we're friends-"
"Mike, if you don't let me go, I will scream!" Max interrupted, and looked past Mike, taking a breath and opening her mouth to do yell out, "Hel-"
She never finished the word. Mike's lips were shutting her up.
Max squeezed her eyes shut, weakly hitting Mike's chest with her restrained hands. He stood there, pressed against her, until she relaxed into the kiss and stopped fighting him - and once she did, he continued to kiss her, moving one hand from her wrist to her back and pulling her closer. Max grabbed at his shirt, snaking her now free hand up to the back of his neck, weaving her fingers in the hair against it. Max didn't want it to end.
Mike pulled away first, slowly. Max looked up at him, wide eyes and breathless - his lips were, somehow, even redder than usual, and his half-lidded gaze was darting between each of her eyes. Max tried not to think about how much she liked him looking like this.
"Why did you do that," she asked, unable to put a question mark in her tone of voice.
"You were gonna scream," Mike answered, voice soft and low, "and my hands were busy." He swallowed.
Max nodded, looking down and untangling herself from him. They stood there, a feet apart - for about two seconds, before Max turned around and just bolted towards the bus. She heard Mike calling out to her in the distance, but this time, he finally didn't chase after her.
It was fine. This was just the only way to shut her up. It didn't mean anything. No need to give that kiss any more meaning. No need to get her hopes up.
He only wanted to shut her up.
Love this flavor of Max in absolute denial over what happened, hehehe Sometimes a little bit of angst is good!
Here's the post for prompts, if you want me to write some more kisses!
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