A Fiend as a Friend

Chapter 41

Mike's POV

I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror. Good plan, Mike, good plan.

I grabbed my keys from my dressing table and walked out. I smiled wider as I neared her room. I was so enjoying this.

I knocked on her door. After thirty seconds, I knocked again.

Still no response.

I was about to knock again when the door flew open, revealing her. She was dressed in a cream sleeveless button down blouse and tightly fitted pants. Half of the blouse was tucked in and the other half was left out.

"Are you done checking me out?"

I looked at her and smiled. "Is it my fault that you look so pretty?" I turned  and started walking away. Did I mention that I liked the way her hair was tucked to a side?

Oh well...she was hot, no doubt and I wasn't ready to lose her to some patethic guy like Micheal.

"Walk fast, elf."

"Hey!"

I stopped and turned to look at her. "What?"

"Aren't you supposed to wait for me?" Her hands were on her hips, yeah, I love those hips. "You just got here and you're leaving like I'm supposed to follow you. I'm not your dog."

"Feisty. I like that." I folded my arms across my chest and nodded. "Okay, over here. I'm waiting."

She scoffed and walked towards me, with a frown etched on her pretty face. When she got close enough, I put my arm around her. "Good enough?"

She blinked and looked away from me. "Take your hand off me."

"Tsk...tsk...tsk...why say no to something you want?"

She brushed my hand off her shoulder and walked away. I smiled and walked behind her. "I like that."

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere."

She stopped walking and spun around. Oh God, I like, nah, love the way her hair rotated an angle 180°. "What?"

I nodded. "You don't know somewhere?"

She laughed. I like the sound of that, by the way. "Somewhere, huh?"

I shook my head. "YTTM."

"And what does that mean?"

I walked past her with a smile curving my lips. "You talk too much. That's what it means."

"Excuse me?"

"Just follow my lead and you will be fine. You didn't eat anything during dinner, right?"

She didn't answer, so, I just went on. "Good, we're eating first."

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We stopped at a restaurant not far from the dorm to eat. We got a table at the far end of the room.

As we waited for the waiter to get our order, I studied her carefully. She kept on looking downwards, regularly brushing away one or two strands of loose hair. I found that amusing anyway.

"Hey, Izzy. "

She looked up at me and frowned. "What?"

I leaned towards her, my arms on the table. "Do you feel uncomfortable around me?"

"Not exactly."

"Then why do you keep looking downwards?"

"This is awkward."