How To Get Humbled 101 | 18+

Day 11.5 Warmth 🏳️

May 8th, 1988, 8:47 PM

Yuno's POV

IS HE SERIOUS?!

Am I actually going to have sex with him? Do I even want this? Maybe I can delay it a bit and prepare myself. "Um, cool... can we eat first?" Michael looks at me with a determined expression. He drove the golf cart back to the residency. We got out and went to the kitchen. I open the fridge before rummaging in it. "Ooooh!" I held up a plastic bag that had a brownie in it. 

"What's this?"

 "A brownie I guess." 

"Can I have it?" He shrugged at me as if it was nothing.

I take the baked good out of the bag and break it in two. Michael eyes the brownie and then back at me with a confused look on his face, "What?"

"Do you want it or not?"

He shrugs at me, "I guess.."

He takes the other side and we both dig in. The brownie itself had a weird taste to it. Almost like one of those diet foods that claim there's no difference but tastes like leaves and ass. Worst of all, it left this bitter aftertaste on my tongue. "This tastes like shit!"

"What are you talking about?", Michael asked puzzled by my reaction. I glanced up at Michael and saw that he didn't seem bothered by it at all. Dare I say, he looked like he was enjoying the damn thing.

"You mean you actually like this kinda crap?"

"Yeah, why you don't?"

I scrunch my nose up, "Fuck no, I'd rather bite aluminum foil than eat that shit!". Michael rolls his eyes at me, probably for my choice words, and he holds his hand out.

"Well if you aren't gonna finish the rest, can I have your half?" I gladly hand him my piece before making a b-line to the fridge again to wash down the disgusting treat. After we're done eating, we take a minute to sit down. We don't say much for a minute before Michael finally asks me, "Are you sure about this?"

I looked towards him, "What?"

"Us having sex. Are you sure about it?"

What is he a mind reader? Does my uncertainty show that much? Or am I not alone in this? What if he's having doubts too?

Michael blushes, "I mean I know I am, I just wanna make sure you are.."

Welp, there goes that theory.

I think about his question for a moment. I've hardly known Michael for a month. To top that I can hardly stand the guy's existence. Up until now, he wasn't even really my type at all from his voice to his physique. For fucks sake I was just yelling at the guy earlier about abandoning me last night!

... then why does everything feel different about him?

Why does my skin burn when he's near me? Why is my mind a sidewalk for him to run through? Why do my lips miss his when we only kissed ONCE? Nothing has changed about him. He's still the same annoying dickhead that came to the interview, the fucker whose two-faced persona drives me up the wall, and still the asshole who took me from my home.

Everything was still so fresh in my head about it. His arms around me, his chest in my face, his breathing against my neck, and worst of all his pathetic apology before leaving me in the dust! That night.... I'm not ever forgiving him for it. And damnit all, he's paying for it.

My thoughts are interrupted by a large hand placed on top of mine, "Yuno?" My eyes shift towards him. "Look girl, we really don't have to if you don't want-"