Against All Odds

Chapter 12

Hello guys!

So, just being random here. :D

Which appeals to you?

Madike (Madison + Mike) OR Mack (Madison + Zack) ?

Please comment or drop a vote. :D

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"So, are you going out with Mike, again?" Bree coos, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Zack isn't in the room but that doesn't appeals to me. The atmosphere in the room has really shifted for the worst. I rather be in another place than in this room. But clearly, someone's used to being here.

"Yeah," I reply, breezily, trying to hide the hammering of my heart and the wild winged creatures flying about in my stomach every time Mike comes to the topic.

"That's great! How often do you see him? Has it already been a week?" Bree muse, her tone innocent.

To actually think about it, it has been a week since Mike and I been consistently seeing each other. But just yesterday, we got a little too intimate as friends. 

Last night, I came back to the room to find Zack and Bree sleeping together, arms around each other. I can't say that I expected it to happen, but it made me feel sad. I used to be in Bree's shoes. Well, they're obviously an item so, I really shouldn't be surprised that this thing occured.

I bet Bree's just the happiest girl alive.

But I slept last night thinking about Mike and his constant touch on my skin. It felt like that hang out happened in another lifetime. It happened in another parallel universe. It was just that surreal. I can't believe it. 

"Well, have fun. Come back late, alright?" she joke, winking naughtily.

"Um, yeah..." I smile awkwardly.

What are they planning to do?

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Mike and I are suppose to meet by the oak tree before we head to the nearby town just outside of campus. 

I half walk-jog towards the oak tree, and I can't help but appreciate the weather. There's just a few puffy cloud on the blue canvas above me and there's a slight breeze. Just right. My hair sway as the breeze lightly caress my face. It's not warm nor is it cold. 

Should've worn my blue summer dress instead of my black long sleeve shirt. Damn.

I can't help but smile ear to ear upon seeing Mike there, leaning against the oak tree, his hands shoved in his pockets. He's all brown today. He's wearing a brown shirt with Rip Curl stated on it and brown cargo pants.

"Hey! Did I keep you waiting?" I enthuse, very happy.

"Nah, I just got here." he replies, cool.

"So, all set?"

"Yeap," I answer, excited.

We walked side by side, our hands grazing each other. Every single touch send waves of electricity, causing those ever persistent butterfly to flutter madly.

From the corner of my eyes, I could see his looking at me from time to time. When I turn to him, he looks away. It's like a scene from movie and I'm experiencing it now.

Okay...

As we reach the campus, Mike grab hold of my hand, instantaneously causing my cheeks to turn pink.