Chapter 3: Unconventional
❄️ Mab ❄️
"Well shit" I muttered, sitting in front of my computer trying to calm my racing heart. "Calm down, Matthias" I said to myself, opening Microsoft Word and letting it all spill out on blank digital pages. He searched through his files and opened a few more word documents he made after encounters with Mikaila. And by encounters he meant glances in the hallway and listening to her sing in the choir. "The last time I had to write was when CJ saw her staring at me during training" I laughed lightly to myself, saving my latest mess of thoughts under "Chapter 8: Words Spoken at Midnight". I know it's a little cheesy but I've been wonder struck for a while and we never really spoke except for that time she commented on my Death Note bag. I regret not making that conversation go longer than "Hey, I like your bag" and "Thanks. I'm getting a new one soon cause it's tearing".
My Phone pinged.
Mother Valero sent you a text.
I looked at the time.
It was three in the morning and I had school later. I wondered idly what Mikaila would do tomorrow while everyone was out as I laid in bed, checking the text my mom sent me.
She'll need time to adjust so I told the Principal what happened. She said you and Mikaila are excused from school for the next three days. She has to have sessions with the Guidance Counselor every 6PM so you have to go with her. And Matthias...
Don't even pretend I don't know you like her. CJ will bring you your homework, Sean will bring her homework too. And if you have to do anything please use protection. I don't want grandchildren yet.
"Ugh, mom" I face palmed. I can't ever underestimate her and her powers of deduction. I make a mental note of that as I place my IPhone on the Bose Speaker dock and drift to sleep...
"ALARM! ALARM! ALARM!" My staccato voice rang from the speakers of my phone. I rolled out of bed in my sleeveless white shirt and shorts, my dark hair mussed from sleep. I grabbed my phone, put it in my pocket, and left my room...
Only to run into Mikaila in her oversized black shirt and Mario boxer shorts. Her phone was stuck in between her hip and the garter of her boxers. I swallowed hard and scolded myself for letting blood rush to my face. "For God's sake, be a gentleman" I thought, restlessly shifting my stance. "Hey" she said, smiling. She always smiled. She smiles at basically everything. "Hey yourself. What time is it?" I asked, not really to know the time. I could check my phone for the time. I just wanted to hear it from her. "It's nine in the morning" she said, checking her IPhone 4 before placing it back between the garter and her hips and she should really consider not doing that in front of me. "Do you want breakfast? Your mom told me I could mess around in the kitchen. She, your dad, and your sister left an hour ago." I stared at her, wondering how she can be so comfortable already. But by the way she stood with her weight on her left leg she was nervous. She was afraid of making a mistake. So I smiled at her.
"I could go for some food"
Even if she made a mistake I wouldn't get mad. It's hard to be mad at Mikaila.
"I want more Mashed Potatoes" a familiar voice interrupted.
Lo and behold, it was my people-hating twelve-year-old brat brother.
"Okay. I'll make some more, then" Mikaila said, moving a pan over the stove and mashing some potatoes with a fork. "Need any help with that?" I asked, still surprised that my brother was sitting patiently at the counter with his empty bowl in his hands.
She smiled that contagious smile of hers and nodded.
"I could go for some help"
This day wasn't exactly normal but it definitely was turning out to be a great unconventional day.
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