ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕒 𝕩 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕝 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕠𝕦𝕥
𝔸/𝕟: 𝕨𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕒𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖
Every girl had hallway crushes, most of them extremely unrealistic. That’s what you told yourself every time you'd blush and giggle like a little girl when you’d walk past Michael. You had one class together, but you always sat on the opposite side of the room with your friends.
You’ve had your eye out for him since the day you transferred in ninth grade, now you were in eleventh grade. Older but still stuck on the same guy.
Your friends teased you for the “hopeless love story”, but in the same breath comforted you after another girl would flirt with him. It was stupid to be jealous of that and you knew it, but it still hurt.
When you woke up this morning you expected it to be like every other day, but you didn't know you couldn’t be more wrong. You did the same things you always did, got dressed, brushed your teeth, did your makeup, ate breakfast, the same old routine. While you walked to school you were sure this day would actually be horrible, the rain from last night didn’t stop like your mom said it would, and your car had broken down again.
Your once perfect curled hair now flatter, baby hairs sticking to your forehead. You hadn't realized a car had started slowing down until it stopped. A familiar voice spoke "you know it's really cold out, well you look cold, i could drive you, it would be faster and stuff." He stuttered out. At first your words had died on your tongue, Michael misa, the guy you had been crushing on for years was offering you a ride.
"Oh-um yeah sure t-thanks," you stuttered, internally slapping yourself for not being able to get out a sentence. You slid into his passenger seat, suddenly grateful your little sister had come down with the flu and your car was far past repair.
“So you usually walk to school or….” He asked his fingers drumming against the steering wheel as he reached a red light. You were sure you were flustered but it didn’t even matter. The same guy who you’d been crushing on since ninth grade was talking to you.
“No- uh my car broke down and I usually drive my sister to school,” you managed to get out, realizing how stupid this was. He probably just saw someone from his chem class walking alone in the rain and felt bad. But it still made your heart jump.
“Oh cool” he hummed, turning into the parking lot outside the school, he turned to you, gently tucking your damp hair behind your ear before grabbing a spare jacket from the back of his car.
“Thanks,” you blushed, slipping it on before getting out of the car, sighing softly.
“See you around yn” you heard him say from a distance making his way over to his friends. You didn’t say anything back but your face was bright red as you walked over to your friends, Amara and Myra.
“Girl we’ve been waiting out here for forever” Amara whined before immediately inspecting you, eyes racking over your body, landing on your jacket.
“No. Way. you, Yn Ln are wearing Michael Misa's jacket,” Myra practically screamed, you could’ve sworn this was more exciting to them than passing their drivers tests, or graduating middle school.
“Shush, but yea I am totally wearing his jacket. As a matter of fact he drove me here.” You bragged pushing the doors to the school open. The girls trailing behind you like puppies.
“No way, how the hell did you pull that off, what about your car and Lizzie.” Amara interrogated, it felt like you were in a court room rather than your high school hallway.
“My car broke down yesterday, total bust. Lizzie has a gnarly cough so mom made her stay home. I was walking in the rain when he pulled up beside me and was all ‘it’s cold out come in’ so obviously I did. And on the way out he gave me this and tucked my hair behind my ear.” You giggled, already blushing, replaying the story in your head.
“Ughhhh lucky jack wont even look at me,” Myra complained, her hallway crush didn’t seem as interested as Michael was.
“Don’t worry about it, he’ll come around.” You said unlocking your locker to grab your textbooks when suddenly a note slipped out.
You bent down to grab it, both girls had their eyes trained on you like an eagle. You opened it, it was slightly crumpled but neat enough to read.
It read meet near the track field after school please, it’s important and not creepy I promise.
While you read the letter Michael stood off to the side, eyes trained on you trying to gauge a reaction. One of his friends nudged his arm, “dude she doesn’t look that impressed.”
“Shut up,she probably hasn’t even finished reading it yet” he replied, although his eyes stayed trained on you, praying you would take it seriously.
“Alright sap, as much as we appreciate your devotion we can’t be late to chem.” Another boy called out, causing Michael to sigh and reluctantly turn away.
You finished reading it, then looking back at the clock realizing you’d be late for chem if you didn’t start walking.
“Show us pleaseeee,” Amara begged, not caring about the time.
“I can’t be late for chem, both of you read it and don’t lose it” you said, passing the folded up piece of paper to Amara, before walking to class.
The day unfolded as usual, classes stretched on, you spent lunch at the convenience store across from the school, before finishing off the day with math.
You had been thinking up the offer all day, for all you knew this could be that kid who picks his nose in third period, but you were lonely and desperate.
While Mr. Johnson rambled on about his trip to Australia. Instead of mathematical equations you made your decision, you were going to meet this mystery person after school.
“So are you actually going to meet this mystery guy or not?” Myra asked, shoving her loose papers into her bag.
“Yes, I mean what's the worst that could happen” you replied, scenarios already playing in your head. But you brushed them off for now, hoping it would be someone nice.
“Ok well tell us how it goes, we’d love to stay and watch but we have practice ” Amara said hugging you goodbye and running to the gym to change followed shortly by Myra.
You put on Michael’s jacket, the rain still falling harshly from the sky. You took a deep breath, texting your mom saying you'd be home a bit later. With one last sigh you left with the other roaring kids, instead of walking straight out, you walked to the empty track field, not seeing anyone there at first.
You were slightly worried this was some big joke, a bunch of kids would burst out the bushes laughing but instead you saw a shy, timid Michael walk towards you. Your heartbeat raced as he got closer, there was no way he was the one who’d given you that right?
“Um hi, I assume you got the letter, and read it.” He stuttered, you had never seen him look this nervous before, not even when he got called on despite not knowing the right answer.
“Yeah that w-was you,” you asked slightly in shock. There was no way he had sent you that asking you to meet him here. This felt like a crazy dream. Just to be sure you gently pinched your thigh, only to be proven this was real.
“Yeah um sorry I’m not usually this nervous but i was wondering if maybe I could take you out sometime, if not thats totally fine I totally understand just do whatever your comfor-“
“Yes Michael, I'd love to go out with you.” You giggled slightly at his nervousness, gently wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The tension melted from his body as soon as you hugged him, you were still slightly in shock.
“Can I have your um- number?” he said nervously, extending his phone.
“Yes of course” you smiled, grabbing his phone and punching in your number, sending a quick smiling face back to yourself.
“Thank you, i can drive you home if you want” he offered, shoving his phone into his jacket pocket, extending his hand for you to take.
“I’d love that” you said, taking his hand, walking towards his car. You felt your heart flutter every time he squeezed your hand.
The drive to your house was soft, filled with comfortable silence and occasional words. The sun slowly peeking out of the clouds. You were sure the day couldn’t get any better.
When he pulled into your driveway you went to take off his jacket, only for him to gently stop you, a soft smile creeping onto his face.
“Keep it, it looks cute on you anyways,” he said so casually like he hadn’t made your heart practically explode out of your chest.
“Thanks Michael, see you tomorrow” you said, getting out of his car, your perfume lingering in the front seat.
The air felt a lot lighter. His jacket wrapped around your shoulders. The distant sound of his engine made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
As soon as you stepped inside he texted back, a simple smiley face, but it was enough to make your heart beat faster and your cheeks turn red.
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