Chapter Ten: What He Wants

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Michaela woke up early in the morning. She saw Lyla had come back last night and had passed out. Michaela went to have a shower and stepped into the empty shower. As the warm water ran over her body she thought about Ash.

How he was looking at her last night. How his eyes took in every inch of her body and how he was looking at her like she was the light in the room. She smiled to herself and heard the bathroom door open.

"Ugh." Lyla groaned as she looked in the mirror. "I have a wicked hangover."

"Maybe you should've drank more water." Michaela said giggling in the shower.

"You won't believe what happened last night with the cute boy from my math class." She told the story and Michaela tried to listen but all she could think about was Ash. How his eyes looked so hungry last night but he wouldn't do anything about it.

Michaela nodded as Lyla told her story. "I had a wild night too. Once you left with your guy I sat down and just watched everyone and Ash was there. And I caught him checking me out."

Lyla looked at Michaela as she got out of the shower. "He was checking you out?" she said

Michaela nodded as she dried her hair. "So, I'm going to give him a show today. I always wear a t-shirt and sweatpants but I was thinking of spicing it up. Can I borrow one of your skirts please?"

"Of course!" Lyla said going to grab the skirt.

Michaela wore a plaided beige skirt with a long sleeve crop top black hoodie. It didn't show her stomach unless she stretched. "You look stunning!" Lyla said.

"Thank you!" Michaela said, grabbing everything she needed for the day.

She and Lyla left the room and walked to their first class. They sat down and noticed that Ash was there already, but Taylor wasn't. Ash glanced over at Michaela, and she grinned looking down.

"He's still staring at you! This boy needs to get his shit together and realize who he wants."

Michaela looked back up at him again and their eyes met but only for a moment before he looked down sheepishly.

"The way he looks at you." Lyla said in a breathy tone. "Gosh do I want a man to look at me like that." 

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