NEW GIRL! mileven au.

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I took a deep breath in, and crossed my legs so i was in a criss-cross applesauce position.

"i was on my way to see you, of course. i didn't want to ditch you. i was about one hall away from the art room."

mike looked up at me, paying close attention to what i was saying. i couldn't help but get lost in those damn deep, dark brown eyes, and i stopped talking for a second. my cheeks flushed red once i realized i did this, and continued with my story...

"and that was when troy approached me. he pushed me up against one of the lockers, and tried to get..." i struggled to find the right word, pondering.

"intimate with me." i finished, and took a deep breath.

mike nodded, wanting her to continue. he needed to know what was going on with her.

"i obviously, you know, didn't want to do that, but troy didn't get off of me. so i used the self defense mechanism. i kicked him and may or may not have said some offensive things to him. but he deserved them for what he did after that...

"he let go of me, and shouted at me, calling me a slut."

this is when the tears started to flow, me sobbing and trying to contain myself. i needed to finish. there was only just a little more to the story.

"before i could get away, he grabbed me and stuffed me into an unlocked locker. i tried opening it from the inside, but silly little me didn't  remember they only open from the outside. and i was stuck in there until you found me and brought me here."

mike looked at me sympathetically, and his eyebrows furrowed. "and how do you feel now? sad, upset, scared?"

i was surprised he asked this, but i shook my head and answered anyway. "angry. i feel angry."

"and why's that?"

"because i really didn't do anything to fight back. nothing at all."

mike nodded yet again, and stood up on the rock. "stand up, el." he told me.

i did.

"now, when you're ready, let go. let go, and scream out all of the anger you keep bottled inside, the anger you keep locked behind the tears you cry."

i opened my mouth. and yelled, and yelled, and screamed at the top of my lungs.

i felt supreme, i felt like i was on the top of the world.

like a well known book said, "and in that moment, we were infinite."

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mike pulled me into a hug, holding me tight. we were sitting on the rock again, and we had been in this position for several minutes, our heads on eachother shoulders, arms wrapped around eachother's.

mike finally let go, and gave me a sheepish smile. "el, you're not a slut. you deserve to know that. you're beautiful, and smart, and funny, and so much more than troy will ever know."

"i know, mike." i replied quietly.

and then, mustering up all the confidence i could, i placed my lips gently on mike's, giving him the slightest ghost of a kiss. but mike pulled me against him, and then brought his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly. he wrapped his arms around my waist, and wrung mine into his hair.

i wish we could have stayed there forever.

but unfortunately, fifth period was starting in a few minutes, and neither of us wanted to miss another class, as we were most likely in trouble already for skipping this one.

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a/n:
IT HAPPENED WHOOP. AND Y'ALL WERE BLESSSED WITH A SLIGHTLY LONGER CHAPTER. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY. ALSO DON'T JUDGE THE KISS THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ONE ASDFGHJKL.
xx,
sam 💕